Sunday, January 2, 2011

The immortal bread.

You could pick yourself up again and finally mean it when you say "I don't care".
You could also continue to hurt, because it means you knew what compassion was.
You could write down the last reason to make it last forever.

Because you had to tell everyone what you've always wanted to say.
"I finally know what it feels like to have lived, died, and lived again."

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