Nästan inget i detta inlägg hör ihop, men whatever
I don't feel homesick, I'm just so sick of home
It's here that reminds me of everything we've been through
And it tears me down
It makes me sick of being who I am, of who I cannot be
A constant reminder.
Fina killen.
It's here that reminds me of everything we've been through
And it tears me down
It makes me sick of being who I am, of who I cannot be
A constant reminder.
Fina killen.
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Postat av: Erika
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