Blue blood

You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.

You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.

Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you.

To come and free me, take me away.
To show me my home.
Where I was born. Where I belong.

Stockholm vår slutstation vårt mål


 
 
 
 

Agnieszka

Grattis på födelsedagen Agnes! Hoppas att du gillar bilderna, hehe ursäkta att det tog en sådan tid!
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