January
February 2011
Ican still feel his toutch in my bed.. under my nose on my lips But he traded everything, for suffering, And found himself alone. I watched the lying, turn into hiding, With scars on both his ribs,
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varit sjuk ett tag nu.men snart frisk har rasat i vikt men de e lite kvar,men kulan?
Världens bästa lillebror <3
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouthStill a little bit of you laced with my doubtStill a little hard to say what's going onStill a little bit of your face I haven't kissedYou step a little clo
Sorry girl, but you missed out Well tough luck that boy's mine now We are more than just good friends This is how the story ends Too bad that you couldn't see See the man that boy could be OH HELL Y
Börjar gillar Farbror polisen.. Män i uniform är verkligen min grej.man vill bara äta upp dem när dem står där o ska fråga en massa unga poliser MUMS
Oh how i wish i could save you. but all i get is tears in my eye's. i think you suck at the moment. but tomarrow is a new day.
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