sábado, 2 de maio de 2015

"I ran from my house that cannot contain me, From the man that I cannot keep, From my mother who..."

“I ran from my house that cannot contain me,
From the man that I cannot keep,
From my mother who haunts me, even though she’s gone,
From my daughter that never sleeps.
I ran from the noise and the silence,
From the traffic on the streets.”

- (via oscarcyrusciccone)

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