Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

She lives in a fairytale

Somewhere too far for us to find

Madeleine Håkansson
 skriver de hon tänker
istället för att tänka på vad hon skriver.

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Maybe if my heart stops beating
It won't hurt this much
And never will I have to answer
Again to anyone

Please don't get me wrong

Because I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone