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onsdag 10 december 2008 bild 3/3
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The cold carves my thoughened skin and the dark clouds rolls by above me.
I'm leaning against a wall made of rusty bricks, inhaling smoke I wouldn't inhale.
I though of the good times but the bad ones keep me frozen to the ground, unable to move forward.
Some things in life I give to myself as a reward for my achievements but I punish myself for my falls.
I know where I stand but still I'm leaning against the hard wall, hoping the stars will fall down on me.
Birds appears and I lose my grip but I never fall hard. I fall slowly, slowly, slowly while I await my saviour.
I'm leaning against a wall made of rusty bricks, inhaling smoke I wouldn't inhale.
I though of the good times but the bad ones keep me frozen to the ground, unable to move forward.
Some things in life I give to myself as a reward for my achievements but I punish myself for my falls.
I know where I stand but still I'm leaning against the hard wall, hoping the stars will fall down on me.
Birds appears and I lose my grip but I never fall hard. I fall slowly, slowly, slowly while I await my saviour.
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Anonym
ons 10 dec 2008 19:24
Jag ska kidnappa den katten & sälja den dyrt. Mohahaha
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