My baby boy died today.
My heart feels like it has been ripped into pieces.
Maybe I'm not p e r f e c t, but maybe I'm trying
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 29, 2010
Yet
it isn’t love.
If it doesn’t break your heart,
it’s not enough.
It’s when you’re breaking down with your insides coming out,
that’s when you find out what your heart is made of.
Oct 22, 2010
Our Suitcase
Hey you
Yeah you
Let's pack our bags
And run, run, run away
And take trains to places we've never been
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