trembling
something is about to happen
vibes entering my energy..clear
it's not something I wish to tune in too
I know in my heart death is near..
A cold hand, touches my heart
shock...can't breath..can't speak, afraid..
start feeling sick...trembling inside
so many...in need...of aid....
vibes entering my energy..clear
it's not something I wish to tune in too
I know in my heart death is near..
A cold hand, touches my heart
shock...can't breath..can't speak, afraid..
start feeling sick...trembling inside
so many...in need...of aid....
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| Auteur: monique-B | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 september 2002 | ||
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