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An other day to hate
this days are meant to kill you
this kindness is no means of help
i like to wish fore solitude
i would like to love my selfe even more
ita not the fall that kills me ..its the don’t no when to land
its not the pain that hurt me it not knowing when it ends
its not love i want just like to heel myself
its not love i feel its just a'n itch in my head
wish there was something real wish there was something true
these days of wonders and make believes
soft lights sunsets in the trench killig time
iam not a man of my time iam out of option
on my back forenmore please com to me
o lite annan ini mellan
jag är rätt positiv ibland
kram på er