domingo, 9 de janeiro de 2011

Here we are

You got the best of the world. And though it is not your fault, you have been breathing a better air than everybody else. It didn't make you any different, and that is something I really love about you. Sometimes it is like you excuse yourself for being lucky. I thought you weren't going to mean anything, I was wrong. I was so happily wrong. You turned my thoughts into your home.

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