när man går på en stig och livet är spagett
2013-02-10
Hey, oh.
She walks slowly, across a young man's room.
She walks slowly, across a young man's room.
Nothing could be better, and nothing could ever hurt her.
She was safe.
She can't remember anything.
Except the look. Damn, that look.
The legs were so soft, she couldn't even walk straight.
Her head was so heavy and her fingers so smooth.
She felt something against her lips. Don't go. Please.
She begged him to stay and all he answered with was a smile.
untie, unleash and uncontrol me
Some people may think I made a mistake, but hey I actually feel alive for once.
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