Something has changed within me, something is not the same, I'm through with playing by the rules of someone elses game. Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep, its time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap....
Somethings I cannot change, but till I try I'll never know...
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Big hugs to all my friends on here, thanks for your constant support - love you guys
oh well, least i feel a bit better (as an arsenal fan)
Something has changed within me, something is not the same, I'm through with playing by the rules of someone elses game. Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep, its time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap....
Somethings I cannot change, but till I try I'll never know...
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Big hugs to all my friends on here, thanks for your constant support - love you guys
very depressed .I think that goal should have been allowed ,and even if it wasnt ,Ibrahimovich's shirt was ripped totally off him and f*ck all was done about it.Def penalty there without a doubt.True Bacra should have scored early on but Inter were time wasting and fouling constantly .I mean even the goalie got a card.
Robbed ,but being Irish I should be well used to this feeling.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
