When you are seventeen, you are not very serious, One fine evening, you’ve had enough of beer and lemonade, and the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights. You go walking beneath the green lime trees of the promenade. June night, Seventeen! You let yourself get drunk. The sap is champagne and goes straight to your head. You are wandering; you feel a kiss on your lips, which quivers there like something small and alive. You're in love. Taken until the month of August. You're in love. All your friends disappear, you are not quite the thing you used to be. Then your adored one, one evening, condescends to write to you. That evening, you go back again to the dazzling cafes. You ask for beer or for lemonade. You are not very serious when you’re seventeen.

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Anonymous Tue 6 Nov 2007 21:05

Anna, ja vill oxå ha en sån dära mötley crüe lukt grejj :'( vart i helvete fick du tag på den?!?!?! xD :D:D <3

swaggerjaquez Tue 6 Nov 2007 21:06

Jag tänkte köpa en te dig, men hade inte pengar te de :'[[[ me is sorreh <33

Anonymous Wed 17 Oct 2007 08:02

STOP IT! you are to beautiful! =O <33

Anonymous Wed 17 Oct 2007 07:53

vackerhet<3

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