maybe there's a God above,
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya...
and it's not a cry that you hear at night,
it's not somebody who's seen the light,
it's a cold and it's a brokenĀ
hallelujah.
and a space for her to play in
posted by juli @ 12:31 AM
and a space for her to play in
'happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth-we are happy when we are growing' -yeats
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