Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am
not afraid to die; I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight, I want the pain
of payment. What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts. Much like a slew____________Chaos:
of a thousand unwanted fucks.Would you be my little cut? Would you be my
thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To __________confusion,
fill and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to
the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart. Love is _________désordre grave.
not like anything, Especially a fucking knife!_ I'm A Fake - The Used.mp3
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# Posté le dimanche 22 mars 2009 11:34

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# Posté le samedi 21 mars 2009 13:22

Que de belles routes, Non? :D

Que de belles routes, Non? :D
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# Posté le vendredi 20 mars 2009 23:50

L'endroit où on a été faire du Ski

L'endroit où on a été faire du Ski
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# Posté le vendredi 20 mars 2009 23:28