I just found these words I wrote long ago in a coat pocket:
"Though all my days are black and white now
and nights are still hard to get through,
I still wanna hit the road and see,
this world that I'm gonna leave soon" - 30.08.09
"If we're doin' the same thing at this exacly same time... baby, why aren't we doin' this together? (i miss you)" - 03.09.09
"Super amazing and fuckin' stupid (well, I think I am both...)" - 23.09.09
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