Il Posto Al Sole
Love, laugh, dream, then go to sleep.
Monday, November 26, 2012
I'm falling apart at the seams,
Don't sew me up.
Don't attempt to know me,
I am imperfect.
I'll always come loose,
And make a mess of my insides
On your outside.
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