onsdag 11. september 2013

Down by the river by the boats where everybody goes to be alone, where you wont see any rising sun. Down to the river we will run

If I could just cry for a thousand years, maybe these emotions would go away. I don't think they will, though. Come along weekend, I need to be reacquainted with my bed and the darkness the duvet will provide.

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