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torsdag, 1 oktober, 2009
He felt bad not having writen anything, but he blamed the late nights and early mornings. #TCTC
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måndag, 28 september, 2009
When she left him, he thought he’d feel sad and lonely. But he didn’t. For her, on the contrary, the situation was the opposite. #TCTC
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måndag, 28 september, 2009
At first, when she left him, he thought he’d feel sad and lonely. But he didn’t. For her, on the contrary, the situation was the opposite.
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torsdag, 24 september, 2009
“I’m the last man in the world?” he asked. “Yes you are.” I said. “It’s actually a bit sad, isn’t it?”
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måndag, 21 september, 2009
They told him his son was seriously injured. I don’t have a son. He said. Or did he? Fuck, he couldn’t remember.
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måndag, 14 september, 2009
I’m gonna go dig my self a hole. Six feet to hide me from the world.
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söndag, 13 september, 2009
He wakes up terrified, as all ways. Whose that body in his bed? Then the sensation wears off, and he’s just a brain in a jar again.
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fredag, 11 september, 2009
He allways felt sad and lonely after sex. He wondered if it’d change if he involved another person.
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tisdag, 8 september, 2009
I was in her fibres. I could feel her pain before she started to cry. This was my daughter. She was my cherry blossom pie.
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tisdag, 8 september, 2009
The small droplets of blood on your lips, they’re so sweet. Come lay by my side. Rest the day with me.
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