Dit was de laatste:
Let's go outside and all join hands, but until then you'll never understand…
United we stand, divided we fall.
Just doing what I can
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die
She's imperfect but she tries
tiptoe through the tulips...
{ do you call yourself a freaking hurricane like me? }
Tell me, my friend. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.