And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Wednesday, August 11
Fucking hell.
I'm fucking pissed. I'm so fucking pissed you wouldn't believe it.
That was to last me for the next 4 days you fucking bastard.
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