i just want to cry and cry and cry,
and the worse bit is i'm not allowed to tell anyone :'(
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Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here.
some of the photos in my blog aren't all mine and i take no credit for them i simply find them on deviant-art or flickr.
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- Henrietta
- i hate to be like everyone else i'm a non conformist wild child who has an interest in photography and colour.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more grey
I’d rather know what you’re thinking — even if what you’re thinking is insane.
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- louder and louder.
- cover my tracks.
- See, I don't know anymore;
- it ends tonight.
- lost in a silent ballet.
- drag me back.
- and i haven't slept in two days.
- take off your colours.
- why?
- that your poor old granddad had to sweat to buy you.
- it's been like this now for days,
- i was the forgotten child.
- I belong to the hurricane
- early daays
- broken soles
- snow snow snow snow
- get me out of here.
- There's vultures and thieves at your back
- this song takes me back to memories long forgotten...
- happy new year
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