twitter is now 2011 facebook

in the end, who is filling my heart for a whole decade

everything i build will fall. and from the ashes of my world, ill build a better one

why the memory

havent talk

let this nighmare never end

we leave a bit of something when we die. a stain on the world

things are rarely as they seem

and you are painting on a borderless canvas

what if there is never been a box