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JAG OCH HINTZES GRÄT PÅ LEKTIONEN (mest jag med , jaja.)

HJÄLP MIG NU.

Någon som ska dit? skrivskrivskriv :(

I was raised in the valley, there was shadows and death.
Got out alive but with scars I can't forget.
This kid back in school, subdued and shy.
An orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.
I don't know what it was that made a piece of him die,
Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe.
Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt.
Do you think the silence makes a good man convert?
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight.
But how can I win, when I'm paralyzed?
They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers 'round my throat.
Is this what I get for the choices that I made?

hjälp mig bestämma ett nytt användarnamn...

mamma fick reda på mitt nuvarande namn och trodde att jag sålde mig själv... kul...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMrgedDOEmI


<3

ni får seriöst leva med bilden,,, min näsa ser HUGE ut :'''c

NU TAR JAG BORT KÄRRINGBILDEN OWO

BILDENJÄVELN ÄR HÄR :3


hihih, gjorde bara färgen i håret liiite rödare :3

Råka ta bort visningsbilden... fan.

En ny bild kommer väl snart, hoppas jag ._.




JAG SAKNAR DIG, Troll_Ungen ):

I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I’ve come to believe my souls on the other side.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.

To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.

If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.