In my hands. Out of my hands. Perpetrator. Victim. Doesn't really matter. Whatever happens will all be my fault.
Whether You See Me or Not
In vain does one wait for an invitation from the other guests.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
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You really need a holiday..
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