Boredom
Days are stultifying
All starting with light
ending with darkness
An endless change
I didn’t sleep
I was awake
being chased by
the strength of misconception
When someone contacts
I just fall silent
Because I’m bored
by their voices
In my head
Those strange ideas
keep me from sleeping
They just won’t leave
And at sunrise
I feel like I woke up
from a nightmare
And that I did sleep after all
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| Auteur: Darla | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 augustus 2003 | ||
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