sexta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2014

his story . my words :

                                                                                                                                                           andrew arthur
was it Supposed to be a New Tattoo. Or is just Impossible to conquer her without Roses? all things Lie Down, i Get Down today but i make my Recovery tomorrow. Sometimes you commit Suicide to Certain Things but You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You. Is This Love? or just Smoke Clouds Flyin'?

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