March 2008
Trying to paint the world in bright colors,
but somehow it seems like there's always a touch of black.
Take me back home
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in
I’m missing you like crazy
I think I’m going mad
I simply can’t stop thinking
of the special times we had.
Each moment lasts an hour
Each hour lasts a day
The clock is ticking slowly
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Solen tittade fram i göteborg idag :), det fick mig att tänka på alla fina minnen från sommaren och på nåt lustigt vänster så blev jag faktiskt glad :D.
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Vafan , först snöar det på morgonen , och nu är solen framme och gassar på som fan :D, vi i sverige har verkligen underligt väder ibland.
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Winter fades away.
The little death
has come and gone.
Transition comes at last.
The crushing weight of despair
lifts ever so gently
and caresses the bruised
and battered visage
of my existe
There’s an erie calmness in her pale white face
There’s teeth embedded in our embrace
Blood spurts from an open vein into the emptiness we call night
Her eyes of fire glow like an ember dawn
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