If life was uncomplicated, and it'd always stay the same, wouldn't we find ourselves walking in circles?
And if life always was perfect, wouldn't the colour of the world fade?
Fade from our cheeks, fade from the roses in your garden. And everything becomes gray. The roses in your garden dies.
Darkness comes tumbling in.
But this is just a thought. Just a thought.
onsdag 8 april 2009
SUCK..
matteprovet gick åt helvetee, fast jag väntade mig ju inte så mykcet heller. Så som jag har läst. NOT.
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