Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Its so wrong Of me To think of You when I should move On Steamy and Dreamy I Lay waiting For you to Call Waiting for You to care And I know I can't break This spell Alone
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