Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end.

sábado, 23 de marzo de 2013

I'm no teenage icon

Oh look at me, so ordinary, no mystery, with no great capability, but I could make out as if I had it.




I would not choose myself either.
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