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lördag 17 februari 2007 bild 4/4
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Every step I take, every place I go, there´s always someone standing in my way. They always seem to come back when everything went wrong, like i´m some kind of rescuer, fire fighter in my eyes. Sometimes I get phonecalls, sometimes on the net, doesn´t really matter were I am. They keep finding me even though I really don´t want to, and it´s starting to kill me, scars all over my heart. I´m like those comic book figures, whose still trying to find his way. Maybe i´ll find the truth. It´s kind of sad but heros rarely do.
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