Τετάρτη 30 Μαρτίου 2011
trying to get through....
Τρίτη 29 Μαρτίου 2011
f.CK YOU.
the regret of the killer.
I've always liked the minds of criminals, they seem similar to artists.
Like a greek text:
Then he appeared, he walked slowly, with a '' extinct'' face he just pointed out the victims. The ones who were meant to be killed. That time he didn't have friends neither family. That time he was just the one to decide who would continue living in this unfair life.
Like a greek text:
Then he appeared, he walked slowly, with a '' extinct'' face he just pointed out the victims. The ones who were meant to be killed. That time he didn't have friends neither family. That time he was just the one to decide who would continue living in this unfair life.
And you never get to (k)now.
Κυριακή 13 Μαρτίου 2011
Lost time is never found again.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends. Yeah I really hate time,especially when I have to study.
Right now:Being in the house with every single clock kept away from me.
Bitch, please!
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