July
August 2008
head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of the wardrums
godnatt
priceless.
your curls touching my face and now i can fly
but it's a false sense of accomplishment
Define, the shelter as the time goes by it will change 'til you cant decide now you're left without nothing, i won't let you distract me
n1
you ain't never gonna tell again caught as the founder of the emptiness it must have made you stocked whenever my pride was taken, again and again ... grr får gåshud av den låten :
snart kommer den :>
SMK :'DDD
tihii johan innan malmö :))))
cul de sac...
HAHAHAHA
ja då blev man 17
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