Nook is a longing in me
Imperforate taking a nap
I hate my brain secretly accumulates
Would like you to kill me that night
What meaning has to leave to go
Not trust the words I should have known
Why I love you
I wish I had not loved
Revenge of the fire is growing
Sun aydılatmıyor me
I have a gun if it bilki
At once the barrel is often used to kill
Kayıt Tarihi : 17.3.2010 23:30:00
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