And the price of a memory
is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
And there is always one last light to turn out
and one last bell to ring.
And the last one out of the circus
has to lock up everything.
Showing posts with label Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter--and she's never coming back I fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter--and she's never coming back I fear. Show all posts
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Things are getting worse, but I feel a lot better.
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