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 punkle, 24 anni spritzina di al momento non ho dimora CHE FACCIO? mi stanco. Sono single [ SONO OFFLINE ] [ PROFILONE ] [ SCRIVIMI ]  STO LEGGENDO HO VISTO STO ASCOLTANDO ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO ORA VORREI TANTO... STO STUDIANDO... OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'... ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... PARANOIE Nessuna scelta effettuata MERAVIGLIE Nessuna scelta effettuata |
Wednesday, July 27, 2005 - ore 17:12 NON trovo lavoro! quelli della banka sono degli incompetenti idioti!! poi,in realtā, non lo trovo perchč non lo sto cerkando dato ke sto andando tutti i giorni al mare!  confido in domani o dopodomani (sempre se non decido di venire a fare un jump a padova con la mia fidata hell+cimic per salutare quelle due o tre persone che.)possibile che mi manca giā cosė tAnto? il friuli č pieno di persone tristi e stupide. maH! SETTTTTEMBREEEEEEEEEEEEEH pinguino, e yogurt alla fragola senza pezzettini. Dear mother, This is just survival. Cannot promise your children everything, But you would lie so they can sleep tonight. Defeat tasted nothing like you said. Still 22 days left till the end of the world. My legacy was making you a man For a justice I could not change. This is one voice not to forget; "Fight every fight like you can win; An iron fisted champion, An iron willed fuck up." Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? Why death is easier than living? You can be almost anything When you're on your fucking knees. Not today, Not my son, Not my family, Not while walking is still honest, And you haven't given up on me. Dear shithead, This isn't happening; The sky is really falling, The paint's all made of lead, There's asbestos in the walls, Hell's coming to rip off the doors To your priveleged heaven. Do you want to love and feel it? You can look but you can't taste it. You can reach but you'll never have it. We are untouchable; Untouchable is something to be. Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? Why death is easier than living? You can be almost anything When you're on your fucking knees. Not today, Not my son, Not my family, Not while walking is still honest, And you haven't given up on me, And you haven't given up on me, And you haven't forgotten me... walking is still honest-against me! scaricātela va! ciao! COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) PERMALINK |
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