https://youtube/watch?v=ecchrEe8fd8 :( I am a white card, trampled and torn,, complete traces of black, traces of your words. I feel the blood accelerates thought I mixed all the wind, I do not think I have the strength look for you again. God is able to pity, could write to me again, but it was easier to wipe out the remnants of me. In the eyes of dark spots, every breath ragged, I do not think I have the strength again look for you. Im going hand in hand with a black silence clouds still hang over me, but he has survived many storms. Down the stairs I go, where, do not know and can not see. On the floor above gave a guardian angel. I am a white card, wrinkled and less than, I did not go to the writer first draft. I feel subside trees, sharp fade color of the sky, I do not think I have the strength, I do not think I do. Im going hand in hand with silence black, God gave it to me for free, but he has survived many storms. Down the stairs I go, love, miss, I hate. In the heart of wear dull, rusted knife. Im going hand in hand with a black silence, clouds still hang over me, I do not know how much longer I can survive storms. Down the stairs I go, where, do not know and can not see. On the floor above gave a guardian angel. On the floor above gave a guardian angel.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 17:08:17 +0000
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