Friday 1 May 2009 photo 1/1
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This is my hour, I'm never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read.
Some days I feel I'm getting smaller and smaller,
But some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
Memories are times we borrow.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read.
Some days I feel I'm getting smaller and smaller,
But some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
Memories are times we borrow.
Annons