Fly away
Sometimes you wish for things to disappear, for memories to be gone. To fly up high above that no one sees you, where you can find yourself facing yourself - face to face - mirrors all around, butterflies, flowers accompanies you throughout the journey.I want to get away
I want to fly away
Will there be black roses someday? facing the unknown 2008
posted by memories @ 3:18 PM
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