(252) autark · 01. November 2005
you've murdered my thinking i gave you my heart, you left the thing sinking i'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking and the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning i damn to hell every second you breath if you see me falling asleep please don't wake me from this ...

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(1) barank vergibt 10 Klammern · 04. Mai 2022
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