Märsta, 06:22 in the morning. It must be hard standing outside the train station every morning, ignored by God and ignored by us, the passengers. She, the witness, always shines up when I come closer, but I just don't give a fuck. I wish she knew its not her I despise, but the creature she worship, called Jehova.
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DEt är inte ofta man kan glädja någon genom att inte göra något alls...DEt måtte vara en konst. Ditt goda hjärta syns i dina ögon..Love fr Mamma
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