Il Posto Al Sole
Love, laugh, dream, then go to sleep.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
November 3, 2011
She screams,
Don’t try to save me, I’m unsavable. You’ll only ruin yourself for me. I won’t look back. I don’t care about much, and I break everything I touch.
And then, she exits.
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