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The more I think about myself
The more I hate me
I hate the way I shut up when things get serious
I hate my way of solving things
I hate the way I always believe wrong people
I hate my way of dealing
I hate it when I always have to be right
I hate it that I never show compassion
I hate it when there’s no way out, again
I hate it that I have to be alive like this
The more I think about you
The more I love you…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| cuyper: | Zaterdag, maart 27, 2004 15:43 |
| en da is een goe teken zeker? ps: ge kunter nog altij iet aan doen.. |
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| Auteur: samke | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 maart 2004 | ||
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