April
May 2010
We all carry these things, Inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea. I look up to the sky. There may be nothing there to see.But if I don't believe in
Meneee, Tja! För fyfan vad tråkigt jag har. ._._________________________________________________ Att ha dig vid min sida skulle vara kärt att veta.
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