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12 May 2008
apati.nu vill jag gå hem.
"I'm moving," he said. "Where?" asked Margot. "Two weeks away," said Mitchell. "Where is that?" asked Margot. "It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell.
You turn on a spindle. You're so much looser now but you're not
explaining how you gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your
locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn't tell but
Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against
the shore in one huge and useless roar. And there were girls bringing
water, like a dream they came to cool the fever of my brai
advertising space.duhuhuhuhuhu. tissel tassel jag tror något trasslat till sig.
Hiding my hands that tremble like earthquakesUnder the table, under the daytime sky
and we're still so young and desperate for attention.jag vill också ha ork att göra saker och inte bara väntavid telefonen. huhuhuhuh. jag brukar inte varasånhär.
nu kommer det här låta väldigt emotionalhardcore men jag tror jag dör. Jag blev typ något stört sjuk bara sådär. Kan inte sluta nysa och snora. x_x'
det bara känns som om allting är så på låtsas.
åååh jag orkar inte.
Long way from home,lost by an echo,never have known,I've got pictures to prove I was there,but you don't care,here's me overseas,cross the pond,by the Dover Peeks,I've smuggled myself into new nationa
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