My box..
Bareness.
It attacks me now and then.
It has no mercy.
It takes everything away from me.
Bareness.
This feeling is haunting me.
I'm afraid and
there's a curse on everything I do.
It's like being trapped in box,
together with this cruel creature,
that can only be defeated with
confidence.
It attacks me now and then.
It has no mercy.
It takes everything away from me.
Bareness.
This feeling is haunting me.
I'm afraid and
there's a curse on everything I do.
It's like being trapped in box,
together with this cruel creature,
that can only be defeated with
confidence.
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| Godvader: | Vrijdag, oktober 29, 2004 11:18 |
| kijk aan...stunning...er zouden meer engelse dichters van jou kaliber te lezen moeten zijn...i'll keep searching liefs... |
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| Auteur: Mofike | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Goony | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 oktober 2004 | ||
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