Life
Life,
the suffer
the pain
the powerlessness
when others cannot maintain
Life,
the emptyness
the sichness in my head
all the time waiting
for the long-expected dead
Life,
feeling cruel
feeling torn
regretting one thing
the day I was born
the suffer
the pain
the powerlessness
when others cannot maintain
Life,
the emptyness
the sichness in my head
all the time waiting
for the long-expected dead
Life,
feeling cruel
feeling torn
regretting one thing
the day I was born
Reacties op dit gedicht
| nice_girl: | Dinsdag, oktober 02, 2001 21:22 |
| ik vind het hhheeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll mooi :-)))))))) go sister(or brother) :-) |
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| nice_girl: | Dinsdag, oktober 02, 2001 21:22 |
| ik vind het hhheeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll mooi :-)))))))) go sister(or brother) :-) |
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| nice_girl: | Dinsdag, oktober 02, 2001 21:22 |
| ik vind het hhheeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll mooi :-)))))))) go sister(or brother) :-) |
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| nice_girl: | Dinsdag, oktober 02, 2001 21:22 |
| ik vind het hhheeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll mooi :-)))))))) go sister(or brother) :-) |
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| nice_girl: | Dinsdag, oktober 02, 2001 21:22 |
| ik vind het hhheeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll mooi :-)))))))) go sister(or brother) :-) |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: IronFlower | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 januari 2001 | ||
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