luni, 18 iulie 2011

In the morning, I'm short of my identity. I scream why can't I be who I wanna be?

This is my prayer, that I'll die living just as free as my hair.




Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered.

Farah Sunilda

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