The days pass and my life seems to consist of work and sleep. I am tired and the bird does not fly anymore. But the days will come when I will explore new roads and I will dance on the streets again. Days when worries are left in the past and the excitement of life is my future.
As for now, I will pack my bag and head off the same direction I take every day. The imprisonment of the hospital in Emersons Green. And looking through the window, I have a feeling I'll get there wet!
Han för mig till vatten där jag finner ro. Där jag finner ro.
Finner ro.
All Love
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aaww... vi behöver semester du och jag! typ lite mys i halmstad eller nåt
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