Even an angel can end up falling. Don't you cry because you're crawling. Start again, it's a beautiful morning for satellites. Well, they said it was time for changing. Rise and shine, everbody's making it but you.
And they told you to trust your dreaming. But it's hard to believe a feeling that you just don't know. Even an angel can end up falling. Don't you cry because you're crawling, start again, it's a beautiful morning for satellites. Even an angel can end up falling. Don't you cry because you're crawling. Start again, it's a beautiful morning.
You've been trying to walk on water, in the end everybody walked all over you. Now you don't like the sight of mirrors, cause' you're scared that the face you'll see will look just like before. Even an angel can end up falling. Don't you cry because you're crawling, start again, it's a beautiful morning for satellites. All I want is you. Let me take you back where you once belonged. Alll I want is you. It will be alright if you come aling, you were never gone. Even an angel can end up falling.
En blogg om livet som kroniskt sjuk. Inlägg med glimten i ögat blandas med ren information om diagnoserna ME/CFS & fibromyalgi. - Och vem är skribenten? Mimmi. Född på 80-talet. Gift med min drömprins Ch och tillsammans har vi hjältehunden Basil Mouse (Basli). I januari 2013 fick jag diagnoserna ovan på Gottfries kliniken. I maj 2015 fick vi besked om att jag är multi-intolerant. Helt enkelt, en blogg om sjukdom, lycka och kärlek.
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