domingo, 22 de agosto de 2010
Where's my cigarette?
Tear my clothes, I don’t mind. Shake me like a little doll. Shout me, hit me. Stab me in the middle of my heart, let me bleed to death. Leave me alone in the dark of the room and lock the door. Go away and don’t look back. I’m not scare.
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