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Bite My Growing Straw

Unlucky charm of change, so this is my to do, tend to take eager details for granted, meanwhile seeking for greatness, my thoughts are likely crumbled...vanished in a loose tornado, I stand here before my growht and everything seems so small.




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Publicerad 2010-10-19 09:07



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