June
12 July 2012
inte okej.
vill. men ändå inte.
älskade blomma, jag ser dig kämpa.
Now as the rain falls like shattered pieces of glass from the sky, we bleed like water colors and drunken pastels down the stairways. And I ask myself, why do I still pray? When will it end? And who f
don't rain on my parade, it's going to glow in the dark.
hej.
usch.
can I make it better, with the lights turned on?
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