Thursday, December 12, 2013

test post for falling for the grey

 You're ruling the way that I move and I breath your air. You only can rescue me. This is my prayer. If you were mine, if you were mine I'd never want to go to heaven. I cherish the day, I won't go astray, I won't be afraid, you won't catch me running. You're ruling the way that I move. You take my air.

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