jueves, 16 de septiembre de 2010

for a grey day, something candy.

There are candies with sugar taste, and there is this kind of my candy, my own candy.


I hate rain. I hate the way it hits my soul, like laughing at my weakness. When it rains I feel the smallest thing all over the Earth.

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