February
1 March 2009
Idag har jag jobbat i butiken. inget kul alls. jag hatar att serva folk med olika strl, färger och säga att folk ser skit bra ut. Nåja, jag behöver pengar! Idag har jag som sag
The words came like a hard rain. And your smile changed like a hurricane. Your breath smells like cardamom. And the words came just like a hard rain. I recall you said you missed me. I was afraid I a
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