The Sundance Kid
Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography
Thursday, July 18, 2013
The trees grows tall
Where I come from
There's no broken hearts
No girls like you
Cause I got so sad
And I cut my hair
If I cut my wrists dear
Would you care?
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