Direktlänk till inlägg 5 juli 2008
You know the art of destruction, how to get in every vein.
You feed us lies till there is nothing left.
The heart once beating has given up.
Where there was life there is death.
Nothing can breathe through the whitest mist.
Nothing can see through the darkest of eyes.
You know the art of destruction, how to manipulate.
You give us a reason but takes it back.
The lungs once breathing is an ocean.
Where there was belief there is only hate.
Nothing can survive theese dark cold nights.
Nothing can hide theese bright white lights.
You knew the art of destruction, how to paint it in the right colours...
Så fort solen börjar skina så börjar det även spritta i min kropp. Jag vill genast ge mig ut på en joggingrunda eller två. Svettas, må bra och andas frisk luft. Det är härligt och bra för min astma. I år är det precis likadant. Här om veckan kunde...
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