denne siden er i ferd med å gå fra en blogg til en kjærlighetshistorie.
sånn skal det ikke bli, men ja mye kjærlighet og mange følelser blir skal deles.
klokken er 02.02, jeg er sulten, halvveis ensom, trøtt og tankefull.
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It's not that it's bad...it's not that it's death
It's just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
It's not that it's bad...it's not that it's death
It's just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
