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por gabyzombie em 09/04/05 - 18h:18m

Maybe Memories


As we trudge along through the mud and we tried to call it home,
but we weren't alright, not at all. Not for one second. Never
have been one to write it down, now I think I can. I know I'm
stronger now. Who's looking south, not me. I'm looking back. I'm
done denying the truth to anyone cause I'm alive. You showed me
how. You seemed to find a hole, but I just laughed and smiled,
begged and rolled my eyes. Even cried and denied the truth to
you, just like the truth to me, mostly lied. I'm not going to
look back. White it out like glittering wax butterflies.