Wensday:
Sunshine in my face. Vicky and beer. 600 euros in small bills. A burned up cigarette. Red sheets. Broken heart. Kiss. His breath on my skin. Pepsi Max & candy."I'm not afraid to feel. I want you to love me...
'cuz you are the one, you are the one."
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Skriv navne ditt for faen, jeg gidder ikke å svare på anonyme komentarer liksom. Biaaatch.