Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh. A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light. I want to kiss it and make it feel better.
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To kill a mockingbird is. To silence the song that seduces you. Why? 'Cause you need that desire. In your heart to survive. . And you need that burning fire.
Your fist broke the vein. Flowing straight to your heart. Ripping her world apart. So she'll be turning away. . Away from you now. Leaving her out. To fight alone.
As I walk along this road. I see your footsteps by my side. As I walk I start to go. Start to go, now I alive. . All along the road. We see ourselves.
"A Way to the Heart". . Welcome to this world today,. You're seeing things a different way...inside. . This blood is here to save your soul. It takes you down a better road......
Aux sombres hros de l'amer. Qui ont s traverser les ocans du vide. A la mmoire de nos frres. Dont les sanglots si longs faisaient couler l'acide. . Always lost in the sea.
Aux sombres héros de l'amer. Qui ont s traverser les océans du vide. A la mémoire de nos frères. Dont les sanglots si longs faisaient couler l'acide. .
Il se passe des heures ici. Sans que rien ne troue l'ennui. Comme le temps qui coule essaie. De nous assassiner. A genous sous la lune. Ou quand le soleil enclume.
Alice a le don. De la mtamorphose. Elle peut se transformer. Et rien ne s'y oppose. . Alice a le don. . Alice a le doigt. Qui se perd sur le globe. Elle suit le trace des rivires.