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I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now there's a steel knife In my windpipe. I can't breathe But I still fight, While I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right It's like I'm in flight, High of a love,  Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint And I love it the more that I suffer. I sufficate.

Bra helg, Dålig helg! Umgåtts med trevligt folk vilket fall! Nackspärren håller i sig likaså bakisdelen! Känner mig varken död eller levande! Sista solsidan såg jag, oh SISTA! Vill säga till ett par tjejer och en kille att jag verkligen uppskattar dom. Löve you u're the best <3
MATILDA