...holes in happiness...
most
liked word: sweet
hated word: explosion
laughed at word: promises
cryid at word: broken
longing for word: over, end
missed word: hello
safe word: normal
your word: help
their word: ignorance
my word: stop
things isnt always what we thing they are, want them to be and what they look like.
keep putting holes....
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.
lördag 11 september 2010
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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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