quarta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2011

Secret garden.

Four months listening to that Bruce Springsteen song called Secret Garden. God, I miss London. Here I am, watching Jerry Maguire again. I should be studying, but I'm intoxicaded by memories and feelings right now. I miss them. They were my family. They are my family. 
They're in my heart.

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