November 2008
The Scientist Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry.. You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets and ask me your qu
blir beroende av plastikoperationer, när läkarna vägrar göra fler börjar hon spruta in matlagningsolja i sitt ansikte i stället för botox...resultatet?
idag ska måns se slipknot i danmark med grabbarna, han hade nått som liknade "res-feber" inatt å kunde inte somna, då såg han till så jag oxå var vaken.
I cut my need into my soul, I guess I'll never know.. I beg you burn me away, I won't become your hero just to fight the life I saved. Burn me away, I won't give up tommorow just to lose it all today.
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