March
11 April 2010
Du'va.
Too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave, too young to be a bird who forgot to sing.
Down instead of setting you free, to find your happiness with or without me.
Mweehe.
Your face, on every leaf, of every branch, of every tree.
No rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies but rises with every morning's sun. alone.
I haz fancy hyllor för fanzy skivor.
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