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    Skies are crying, I am watching. Catching tear drops in my hand, only silence as it's ending like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left op me? You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am. Like I'm made of glass. Like I'm made of paper. Go on, and try to tear me down.

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    © NIALLSWIFEx & ohmyCURLY
    May 2012.


    De rustigste manier van zelfmoord is houden van een vreemdeling.

    Oeh. Deze. Story. Hè. ;$


    Wishing and hope that makes you dreams come true ;)

    Haha, sulletje.


    De rustigste manier van zelfmoord is houden van een vreemdeling.