....a whispering well in need.. where i could put the word not to be spoken.. where no one could hear them.. they would be just whispers in the well... where no wind could reach them and sweep them away all over the world.. words that shouldnt be heard..
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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.
onsdag 1 juni 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.