October
Thursday 6 March 2008 photo 3/3
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and I walked along, waiting for you to come along. take my tortured heart by the hand and write me off. do you know I cry? do you know I die? do you know I cry? and it's not the good kind.. you forced me to become strong and I just cried, being weak. and you think you know and I would like to think so, but do you know that when you go, I fall apart. do you know I cry? do you know I die? do you know I cry? and it's not the good kind, no it's not the good kind. I'm tired of hiding behind these lying eyes, I'm tired of this smile that even I don't recognize.
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Visa toppen
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