ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
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This post is not one of my usual posts. It is mean. Tonight the music seems so loudI wish that we coul. Im not going to make anymore excuses for myself. . Every day I wake up and its Sunday Whatevers in . Everytime that I look in the mirror All these line. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2006/11/see-stone-set-in-your-eyes-see-thorn.html
Well I never pray But tonight Im on my knees yeah. I hear, a voice say Dont be so blind Its telling. I dont know why So many questions I need an answe. When you’re walking on your own When you’re broken. What Id give to run my finger through your hair T. We are all just prisoners here Of our own device T. Ignorance is bliss Sometimes I have this fear That. I heard your voice through a photograph I thought. I just found out that for my TEP I have been poste. Music with heavy rock influences. I wait for you.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html
This post is not one of my usual posts. It is mean. Tonight the music seems so loudI wish that we coul. Im not going to make anymore excuses for myself. . Every day I wake up and its Sunday Whatevers in . Everytime that I look in the mirror All these line. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2007/01/everytime-that-i-look-in-mirror-all.html
Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis. Well I never pray But tonight Im on my knees yeah. I hear, a voice say Dont be so blind Its telling. I dont know why So many questions I need an answe. When you’re walking on your own When you’re broken. What Id give to run my finger through your hair T.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2007/02/tonight-music-seems-so-loud-i-wish-that.html
Im not going to make anymore excuses for myself. . Every day I wake up and its Sunday Whatevers in . Everytime that I look in the mirror All these line. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis. Well I never pray But tonight Im on my knees yeah. I hear, a voice say Dont be so blind Its telling.
lex-tan.blogspot.com
Everytime I try to fly... I fall without my wings.
http://lex-tan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html
Tuesday, March 21, 2006. Anyway. at the same time i also got nth to do. then very tired. end up i getting more and more moody. zzz. am i really a girl in a man's body? Talking abt yetersday. i really happy. got present. got free meal. got 2 times . got shopping awhile. chit chat wif DeaR. although all was crap. but somehow i saw DeaR's eyes like lesser interest in me le. haiz. cham. am i a boring person? I think i gotta slp early everynight. slping now. boo! Saturday, March 18, 2006. If i eat at the cafe...
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html
This post is not one of my usual posts. It is mean. Tonight the music seems so loudI wish that we coul. Im not going to make anymore excuses for myself. . Every day I wake up and its Sunday Whatevers in . Everytime that I look in the mirror All these line. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2007/01/take-time-to-make-some-sense-of-what.html
I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis. Well I never pray But tonight Im on my knees yeah. I hear, a voice say Dont be so blind Its telling. I dont know why So many questions I need an answe. When you’re walking on your own When you’re broken. What Id give to run my finger through your hair T. We are all just prisoners here Of our own device T. Ignorance is bliss Sometimes I have this fear That.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html
This post is not one of my usual posts. It is mean. Tonight the music seems so loudI wish that we coul. Im not going to make anymore excuses for myself. . Every day I wake up and its Sunday Whatevers in . Everytime that I look in the mirror All these line. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis.
ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com
Its not over till I breathe my last gasp of air
http://ntljr-crucifer.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html
This post is not one of my usual posts. It is mean. Tonight the music seems so loudI wish that we coul. Im not going to make anymore excuses for myself. . Every day I wake up and its Sunday Whatevers in . Everytime that I look in the mirror All these line. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Take the time to make some sense of what you want . I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I ha. My hands are tied My mind is blank My body bruise. See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twis.
