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I check my bed for bugs and spiders
(though I don't really believe they're there)
I check my head, it's getting tighter
I want to stop, but I don't dare
I will not sleep until I've counted to 200 three times
I will not sleep until my pencils lie in a straight line

Goodnight, goodbye
It's late, and I'm too tired to cry
Goodnight, goodbye
Just let me close my weary eyes

I pray to God twice in the evenings
And check the stove four times each day
I spin around the door to make sure that it's locked
And wear these lucky socks until they fade away
The house might burn down
And it's all my fault if that puddle doesn't get me wet
If I get home before the rain, you're mine
But I won't bet

One day, I'll be stepping
On cracks and close my eyes
But I'm too tired to argue with myself
I'll just do this one more time

citat

av min kära Anna, som lovade i sin blogg att hon skulle vara sommaren-är-slut-emo i torsdags.
Jag: "så, var du det då?"
Anna: "nej, i torsdag var jag lite upptagen."






egentligen hade jag tänkt tyst protestera tills alla kommenterat mitt förra inlägg och instämt i protesten mot hur upprörande världen uppför sig.

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