I'd like to be able to believe that we are special.
That we have the power to make the world move
slower
or maybe faster
or backwards.
It's not true, though, we're really nothing special.
And in ten years you won't even remember the way I say your name.
Probably.
So I'll hold your hand tight now,
while I'm still able to feel it.
terça-feira, 15 de maio de 2012
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