In search of happiness.

viernes, 29 de abril de 2011

It is the taste of your lips, a drug that poisons and drives me crazy.

Sofi.: I'm a daughter hiding my depression. I'm a sister making a good impression. I'm your friend acting like I'm fine. I'm a teenager pushing her tears aside. I'm the girl sitting next to you. I'm the one asking you to care. I'm your best friend hoping you'll be there.

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