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11 February 2013
Jag kan inte glömma de förflutna... Jag orkar inte tänka på framtiden... Jag vågar inte stanna i nuet...
It's kinda sad that I have learned to deal with things like this... Being Strong means being HEARTLESS!
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherin
Tell me, how do the scars feel after the wounds heal? Did it burn when they cauterized? Did it show that you were hiding the hurt inside? Do your eyes still shine as bright as they did the days when y
Sometimes hearts are broken by words left unspoken...
When I finally fell for you, you left me hanging, you broke my heart... I don't think I will FALL again!
I'm sick of Crying Tired of trying Yeah, I'm Smiling But inside I'm ((DYING))
Hearts were meant to be broken...
Meeting you was fate... Becoming your friend was a choice... But falling in love with you I had no controll over.
I thinked that I was strong, so I weared armor to hide my heart away In this suit of armor there no one could see it was broken... but when I was alone I coulden't hide my tears anymore.
There is only one thing to fear... To become a worrior without fear.
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