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CRAAAAAAAAAAWLING IIIIIIIIIIIN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!
Whilst driving 80kmph back from the city today, Dani spotted a rather interesting street sign. In true geek style, we pulled over, piled out of the car and promptly turned into camwhore.
(And because I know someone will ask, no, the sign is not Photoshopped. Dani is just very observant.)
I remember walking these streets as a child. Back then I didn't know how cruel life could be... what a horrible place the world was... how it feels for your heart to be shredded to pieces.
My tears are black, like my soul.
There was a time when we used to believe in love.
I cut myself at night. The crimson that spills down my arms is the only way I know how to cry.
This is going in my LiveJournal.
(And because I know someone will ask, no, the sign is not Photoshopped. Dani is just very observant.)
I remember walking these streets as a child. Back then I didn't know how cruel life could be... what a horrible place the world was... how it feels for your heart to be shredded to pieces.
My tears are black, like my soul.
There was a time when we used to believe in love.
I cut myself at night. The crimson that spills down my arms is the only way I know how to cry.
This is going in my LiveJournal.
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