...Happiness only real when shared...
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| Saturday, August 29th, 2009 |
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If I gave you pretty enough words. Could you paint a picture of us that works. ---------------------------------------- Aren't you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die. I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3] |
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| Šodien izdomāju, ka ļoti gribētos savu dzīvokli. man liekas es dzīvotu savādāk. aj kkā tā. | ||||
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...Happiness only real when shared...
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