ANOTHER YEAR IN SWEDEN
Friday, August 9, 2013
I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.
"Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive..."
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