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Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out
I'd hate to, rain on your parade,
But everything you know is taken by this flood,
You were blind but there's no hope
Dig a hole but there's no blood,
Who am I to pretend, who am I to recommend there is something less
Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor, and cut your eyes out
Find me, oh Saint, I'm bending, breaking, at my knees, praying
I've exposed, this earth has taken pride in seeing my, most vulnerable state
Annons
Anonymous
Thu 19 Aug 2010 02:06
den bilden tog du hemma hos mig :)
Anonymous
Wed 18 Aug 2010 19:38
söt :3
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