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Finding myself walking to
a dark and cold forrest,
talking and shouting
at trees and black sky,
Walking through real life
like a tourist,
I know I exist,
but I wonder why..
a dark and cold forrest,
talking and shouting
at trees and black sky,
Walking through real life
like a tourist,
I know I exist,
but I wonder why..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| rebecca: | Vrijdag, december 07, 2001 13:55 |
| if you wonder too much about why you excist you might forget excisting and fade away | |
| RapMetal: | Dinsdag, februari 27, 2001 17:40 |
| Don't seek for to much answers The truth stands beside you |
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| tituba: | Dinsdag, februari 27, 2001 10:57 |
| maybe the reason of your being is to ask why........... | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Mea Culpa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 februari 2001 | ||
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