Hate and hope...
They lay so close to eachother,
Between there stands:
Love, and the “o” is in the form of a heart…
Beneath it stands fuck…
It doesn’t mean fuck the love,
Or fuck the hope,
It are just words…
But still,
There carved in my skin,
With a little knife,
O so sharp.
It feels so right,
But I know it’s damn wrong!
What do I have to do??
Hate and hope…
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| Auteur: ScaredWithoutU | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 augustus 2006 | ||
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