We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms, turning every good thing to rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.



Thursday, February 25, 2010

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel.
from the heart of at

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