My Guardian Angel
He stands beside me
Looks over me...
And helped me
When I was crying again...
So many things has happened
In just a few years
Every time I was falling
He was there to catch me...
Every time the voice in my head
Said to me that my life was useless
I had big plans, stealing a gun,
And murder myself...
But every time I had the strength to do it
He appeared to me and said...
Don’t do it your live is much more worth than death...
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| Luijkx: | Zaterdag, november 01, 2003 20:07 |
| *kippenvel* Jouw beschermende engel had/heeft helemaal gelijk, je bent het zeker waard! Liefs, Laura |
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| Auteur: fiona | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 november 2003 | ||
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