"The police are coming too slow now. I would have died. I would have loved you all my life."

jueves, 22 de noviembre de 2012

Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.
Remember when Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero?
Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a card game.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good-byes only meant until tomorrow?

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