13 februari







I talk to God as much as I talk to Satan 'cause I want to hear both sides
Does that make me cynical
There are no miracles
And this is no miraculous life

I savour hate as much as I crave love because
I'm just a twisted guy



Imorgon nar jag vaknar sa kommer jag inte vara bakis langre. Bliss.

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