Oh, it was a superb winter, a surrealist spring, a marvellous summer and a tragic autumn. And the year with the 180 degrees turn around. Now I look more often in the skies and beyond them…
The Dears - 22: The death of all the romance
I was 22, I've had my share of views
I just can't steal that "happiness" from you
But I'll be the one to take your tears away
Tool - Schism
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
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To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication...
