torsdag 1 mars 2012

The Good That Won't Come Out

I THINK I'LL GO OUT AND EMBARRASS MYSELF BY GETTING DRUNK AND FALLING DOWN IN THE STREET. YOU SAY I CHOOSE SADNESS, THAT IT NEVER ONCE HAS CHOSEN ME. MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT.



Och ja exakt så var det nog igår.

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