September 2008
och inte nog med att jag är trött, jag har även fått 421 myggbett inatt och ett getingstick förut + lite sjuk
Consume, just like a worm, Catch a glimpse of the sun through cracks, Everything, I swallow whole, And hide before the flood. The way I see things, I wish they could be true, But take me all the way.
The Beauty Of Gray If I told you he was your brother We could reminisce Then you would go about your day If I said you ought to give him some of your water You'd shake your canteen and walk away The