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There was nothing under my skin but light,
If you cut me i could shine

Monday, March 12, 2012
Comfort comes in the form of rain


Oh it's raining, now in the wee hours of the morning (:
Is this how you placate? How you soothe the heart ache, which leaves me breathless, occasionally. 
O my soul, how do I return? From my iniquities, how do I repent?

But I'm really, so weary

so, if I wished, I could follow you 2:18 AM