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Nestandarts ([info]heishy) wrote 1. Septembris 2010, 21:07
A promise can be broken. I won't hunt you anymore.

She was always like a feather, in the air
I never knew if she was flying or falling
she was always like a feather, in my life. I hope she flies..

 


 
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