FINITOS BANDITOS
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
I am not the picture, now I… I am the frame
There's somebody who badly misses me and I miss him. Please. Can't take this anymore. Where's the truth? The cracks won't hold it.
Time won’t change a thing, you promised.
Now look how quickly fresh blood dries.
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