Friday, November 18, 2011

sleep in your own bed.
there is no comforts,
 like this in the world.
no match.
 big boots.
three in the morning and cold.
four hours left.

i hope all the trees wont fall.
i hope god is real.
god is real
god is real.


it never ends.
im ok with it.

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