6.9.09

Isolation.

Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.

But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.


Jag älskar det. Igen och igen!
Let´s spin around til we drop dead on the ground!

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