söndag 7 mars 2010

I know you're gorgeous, but i'm tired of your sweet talk. You have always told me that your heart is made of gold. Glad I've losing you. The clock was ticking, had no time to care about it. I had no options, kept my mouth shut. I spent my days solving problems. I got ten thousand problems a day.

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