Maybe everything that falls is meant to rise
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Any little mention of anything that could possibly make me think of you,
and I instantly feel the need to run.
When I miss you the most I just sit, really quiet, for as long as it takes.
You come and go like waves in an endless sea.
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