Tuesday, September 6, 2011


All these voices, they whisper through my walls
They talk of falling fast, they say I'm losing it all
They say I'm running blind to love of my own
But I'll be walking proud, I'm saving what I still own...

I came to you with a half open heart
Dreams upon my back
Illusions of a brand new start

~Indigo Girls~

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