Thursday, February 21, 2013

broken wings

empty swings. empty stares. friends i once knew, emotions i once felt. painful reminders that everything's changed. but, at the same time, everything's the same. time has passed. people have left. but, what's the point? what's the point in remembering, or forgetting? it doesn't change anything; pain is pain no matter what form it delivers itself in.

~estoy aprendiendo volar

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