Cerulean Sky What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...

But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...


http://tinyurl.com/26zd5hp guy on bottom = you with short hair

I can’t even tell which guy you’re referring to, there is no evident top/bottom.. but neither of them look like me @___@

Show me your teeth

1 year ago





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