
And these are the loved marks and scars which will open me the doors to Heaven.”
When the sun closes my eyes and, in the need to run away to some place safe, i only wish i could stay there eternally...the lost and the gain; the one that killing me keeps me alive...my mysterious enclosure; my absent presence...my running blood, my life in death, my chosen secret, my missunderstood wish...thee...my unnamed feeling!
* A song: Welcome home (sanitarium)
* A band:
Metallica
* A movie: Corpse Bride
* A book: Memnoch, the Devil
* A
drink: Champagne
* A food: Chinese
* A place: Home
* An Object: a
Candle
* A fruit: Red aple
* An animal: A velvet winged unicorn
* A
passion: Psychology
* A toy: Begoths
* A feeling: Unnamed
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