Tula.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
What is it you are looking for?
I don't know where i am going, I just know I had to leave.
Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies
waiting on the road ahead. I want to think on my feet, live on
the run. Never again can I endure living my life in one room.
♮
Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies
waiting on the road ahead. I want to think on my feet, live on
the run. Never again can I endure living my life in one room.
♮
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