Outside in will cower treasures
The sword for taken trust
Is what you use to ignore chances
Filthy rain-grass within your footsteps
Walking paths through stolen identity
Believe me when you look into my eye-bleu
I understand despair
And also feel daily
remembrances
But
Remove own reality and try to really hear
Past isn’t more than
Dimness grief
It’s broken.. but still
Just Dimness grief
Cause it aren’t any reasons to let you
.Shrink up inside..
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Tershi | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 februari 2005 | ||
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