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Girl In A Coma | Exit and All the Rest
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Girl in a Coma
December 2, 2012
December 1, 2012
Dear stranger,
I know you've been checking my page out.
Pls stop before I find you cos it's none of your
fucking business. Mind your own life.
November 29, 2012
November 17, 2012
November 5, 2012
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October 30, 2012
and how can i move on when your hand writings and scribbles are all around my bedroom, my keyboard, my sketchbook, my table etc... when living in a space full of your voices that still lives itself in the kitchen, living, rooms, leftover food and ingredients
and your worn out bedroom slippers that
only fits in perfectly on your feet...
and your worn out bedroom slippers that
only fits in perfectly on your feet...
October 23, 2012
This song is specially dedicated to you, my angel..
I've got an angel
She doesn't wear any wings
She wears a heart that can melt my own
She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing
She gives me presents
With her presence alone
She gives me everything I could wish for
She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home
She could make angels
I've seen it with my own eyes
You gotta be careful when you've got good love
Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying
But you're so busy changing the world
Just one smile can change all of mine
We share the same soul
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
We Share the same soul
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
We Share the same soul
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Umm umm umm uhhhhhhmm
Photographed by Nest |
October 17, 2012
October 16, 2012
October 12, 2012
Just be happy,
you're strong now...
It's so lonely to love someone...
you're strong now...
It's so lonely to love someone...
September 30, 2012
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February 12, 2012
The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - Strange
When everyone was doing drugs,
we were just doing love
A stranger said you’re strange like me
Ana, our dreams are coming true
Don’t tell me that a day will come
when we dress like everyone
‘cuz I can tell you’re strange like me
Don’t say the hour’s growing late
Don’t say we should be going straight
‘cuz I can tell you’re strange like me
And dreams can still come true,
and it’s coming true for you
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The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart
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