Konsten att fejka arabiska
2018-09-24 | 18:00:28 |
Kategori: Litterärt nonsens |
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Am I holding you hostage for a future less than ideal, less than you deserve? You are free with wings yet to be spread; if only you dare fly. I am your anchour, dragging you down to the bottom of the sea. If you had seen the sky above the clouds you too would join the orchestra of potential. I loved in fear; you loved in whole and for that I will cut our bounds. The depths of the sea is no place to be when the world lies ahead of you; when there is a life yet to live. I am the anchour and it is time for you to sail away.
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