domingo, 6 de mayo de 2012

Don't talk to me about fear. I could see danger coming miles ahead. You reak of it, and it turns me on. I rode straight into the eye of the storm, no helmet, no glasses, no shirt, straight ahead as fast as the engine would go. I did it because I thought it was worthy. I did it because you were there. I did it because I could never forgive myself if I didn't. Because it was you there.

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