out of the corner of my eyes, it is raining; but when i look out true, only the fog is laughing at me, watching the tricks of the mind toy with my head.
Monday, October 19, 2009
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out of the corner of my eyes, it is raining; but when i look out true, only the fog is laughing at me, watching the tricks of the mind toy with my head.
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