I miss her


I often miss sneaking downstairs to
smoke cigaretts and think got damn what I needed this
and you know I dont smoke usually
Not alone but with You.
I miss her my friend
And all of the things that dont mean a thing to the  world-

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gud vad fint. en föredetta duva.

2009-01-19 @ 16:56:24

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