tisdag 19 maj 2009
torsdag 7 maj 2009
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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.