....även om det är plågsamt...jobbigt.. strävsamt.. jävligt... men så ljuvligt.. härligt.. gudasänt.. a real bliss.
And even though I'm full of sin... n the end you'll let me in...you'll let me through, there's nothin' you can do....you need my lovin', don't you know it's true
calling dr love.. i want you...
vardag med värk, vanvett och musik. att få lov att ta saker i morgon trots protest. en krympande kropp om gör revolt i klädkammaren och ställer till det bland hyllorna.
tisdag 8 mars 2011
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you hear what i say?
the best part of us slowly dies if no one really believes they exist. what remains is just shadows of memories and the cold ashes of trust and beliefs.
hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.
hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.
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