Wednesday 27 January 2010 photo 13/14
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Why do I miss someone that have stabbed me in the back, several times?
That I've stabbed in the back, also a several times?
Why do I regret all the mean stuff I've said and done, but still don't?
Well, E..
I guess you were my hero.
Annons