Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, the truth.

“Non sono come gli altri, gli altri sono come gli altri.”


I guess you really did it this time,left yourself in your warpath. Lost your balance on a tightrope. Lost your mind tryin’ to get it back. It’s all right, just wait and see your string of lights is still bright to me. Oh, who you are is not where you’ve been. You’re still an innocent. There’s some things you can’t speak of, but tonight you’ll live it all again. You wouldn’t be shattered on the floor now if only you would sing what you know now then.
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Grazie a DeviantArt e a chiunque abbia graficato per me.