quiero llegar a estar feliz, muy feliz.
Como estar a tre metri sopra il cielo.
15 octubre, 2011
you are?
And who do you think you are? running round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart. You’re gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, so don’t come back for me.. who do you think you are?
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