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A Lack Of Colour
Friday, February 19
2/19/2010 •
reblogged via: pleasefindthis
You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest.
Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.
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