August
September 2008
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost killsit's victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert.
du ser
att jag
blöder
men fortsätter
att slå.
tack :)
fading like a flower.
You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you an
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