“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood”
maandag 28 november 2011
V.R.
The days without the days with torment I smell, and smell, and still smell your scent I didn't see blood for a while And decide whether it's now or never I could make you mine forever But now it's dripping from my smile
Awesome ^^
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