Fail på allt ungefär.
Du äcklar mig.
Jag orkar ingenting.
Skulle kunna spy.
Borde väl. Mh.
Sen ska jag rycka upp mig och supa ner mig.
Jarå.
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- The shadow proves the sunshine.
- Re: Agents.
- Sunny days.
- King of fools.
- Pedalpusher.
- Mine's not a high horse.
- Paper aeroplane.
- When it's all over we still have to clear up.
- A minute longer.
- We write the wrong.
- The shower scene.
- Something pulls my focus out.
- It always rains on a picnic.
- Chap stick, chapped lips, and things like chemistry.
- Apple of my eye.
- Oh! Gravity.
- Because.
- Fail me.
- 11:11 PM.
- All fall down.
- Steady hands.
- Stop and stare.
- A time to be so small.
- 40 days.
- Paper tigers.
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