CaoThanhMichelle:
Your albatross, shoot it down.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Be humble
CaoThanhMichelle:
Blue, coffee, and winter.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Idyllic- serenely beautiful and happy
CaoThanhMichelle:
Goodnight sweet prince.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Dear No One
CaoThanhMichelle:
That winter, the wind blows.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Ain't nothing but a number.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Is this the right path?
CaoThanhMichelle:
These are the things we lost in the fire.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Cannot compute.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Fear of Oblivion.
CaoThanhMichelle:
He's the type of guy.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Respect
CaoThanhMichelle:
The fault in our stars.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Recover
CaoThanhMichelle:
Close but no cigar.
CaoThanhMichelle:
Remaining
CaoThanhMichelle:
Well now they know, let it go.