Det var oppskriften på fullstendig apati, total mangel på sympati for jeg var full av faen, og du var faen så full

Du løper når du går Du skriker når du hvisker I mine tanker der jeg tenker, lengre enn deg og meg.

Have you ever cried and screamed so hard that your throat began to swell as your lungs gave out. Your lungs shrinking from the lack of blood because in the end it is your heart. It shattered, but not like in the stories or songs. Not like the longing for ...