Winter is going to end and I’m going to clean these veins again.


There's no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing.


An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope.


Her white blank page, and a swelling rage


Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms


There's a lack of colour here


This is fact, not fiction


It's a black balloon, it's a dream you'll soon deny


It's like teaching an old man to cry


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Nothing will remain and so it goes


Praying to whoever would listen to me


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I find comfort in decay.




How I long to fill my lungs

Nytt objektiv



I'm still haunted by all the things I'll never be

Young Guns på Nalen igår. Fantastiskt.






I'm a bill you pay, I'm a contract you can't brake.




Gaia

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Broken glass, broken hearts








Remember spring swaps snow for leaves



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