Oct 04, 2011 10:22
fiction is often close to the reality, artistic shit, archie has a sad
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Quietly, with such gentleness.
There's always somewhere you can run to, for shelter.
Quietly, with such peacefulness.
While your tears roll down your cheeks, someone is praying out there somewhere that you'd never cry again.
Quietly, with such lovingness.
As you stood on the lonely rooftops of the city, someone out there heard your cries and looked down.
Quietly, with such sadness.
And by the time you’re broken and unfixable, someone out there was crying.
Quietly, in the shadows.
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Thank you ♥
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