But these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to


You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess


Kram Josse

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jag lovar dig attt ditt huve inte kommer att vara en "Mess" för alltid!!

2010-01-23 @ 13:16:21



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