Fuck my life
Walked with my head down
Walked with pride lost
Walked to a destenation I hate so mutch
I walked alone
No one cared
Ran to escape
Ran to search love
Ran to find
I ran alone
Non one cared
Stopped and ressed
Ressed to catch breath
Still resting
Alone
No sens in walking
No sens in running
Maybe I better keep on resting
Cos there is no one to walk to
Cos there is no one to run to
No one at all
Fuck it all
Fuck my live
I better keep on resting
Reacties op dit gedicht
| stefanieke: | Vrijdag, mei 28, 2004 16:03 |
| heyla :-) mooi gedichtje joh... mjah weet ge, der is altijd iemand waar ge naartoe moet lope ... ge zut ze wel tege kome ... en ondertss zijn der nog altijd friendjes e :-) dikke kus xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
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| sick suicide: | Donderdag, mei 27, 2004 22:12 |
| heel mooi ja echt waar gag zo door dikke knuffel | |
| Roosje: | Donderdag, mei 27, 2004 19:58 |
| just wooooooooow! mooi gedicht! but there's always some one to walk/run to. Just keep searching and you'll find him suc6! |
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| Auteur: downheart | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 mei 2004 | ||
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