2 June 2009
I was raised from a broken seed,I grew up to be an unwanted weed. Ever faster the time exceeds me,little harder again to remember...you. Held a torch for you,when lightning stroke me,once again,hope I
No one remembers my face nor my name, In a dream, I'd stay here forever. Headstone on my grave, words carved in vain.... All these wounds only heal when I'm home. "Everything ends...Everything dies..
utan din hjälp hade jag aldrig tagit mig hit , jag visar inte ofta hur tacksam jag är. du är den bästa på det du gör , jag skulle aldrig önska mig någon annan att ta din plats. jag vill
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