Perspective
jason kuan
Friday, August 20, 2010
Desired
And when it rains,
You always find an escape,
Just running away.. from all of the ones who love you.. from everything.
You made yourself a bed at the bottom,
and you'll sleep till May,
you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore.
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