Please forget the words that I just blurted out; it wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt. It keeps rattling my cage, and there's nothing in this world will keep it down. Even though I might, even thought I try, I can't. Even though I might, even thought I try, I can't. So many things that keep, that keep me underground; so many words that I, that I can never find. If you give up on me now, I'll be gutted like I've never been before. And even though I might, even thought I try, I can't. Even though I might, even thought I try, I can't. If you give up on me now, I'll be gutted like I've never been before.
4 talk way too much:
Uy tu música la mejor también, jaja bueno, más o menos la misma. No sabía que existía otra persona que le guste Blood Red Shoes :P
Besito linda, buen finde.
Dani! Que tengas muy buen finde y tomes cervezas varias(?) y todo eso ajajja besos :D
Jjajajaaja gracias, lo tengo re abandonado, y ademas no soy de andar firmando blogs, por eso no contesto a veces, colgadez.
Un beso!
saludoooos
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