tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28447361604284072392011-12-14T16:46:59.012-06:00and all those blue skies <br> where your words were my freedomLaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12839296888240266591noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844736160428407239.post-8061804896358390702009-04-11T19:36:00.016-05:002011-12-14T16:42:54.981-06:00

If my life story was made into a film, "Napoleon on the Bellerephone" would be a featured song. It's the last scene, and it's like the bittersweet ending that leaves you walking away with a heavy heart and a crystal-clear mind. And the girl who plays me, she's sitting and smiling on a train, all by herself, but she's also crying in her bed. And on the train is victory, but in her bed, defeat.

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