Walking in a room
Walking in a room...
All these eyes staring at me...
Without any whispering...
Just staring....
Walking in a room...
Fingers pointed at me...
Don’t understand...
Am I so shocking to see?
Walking in a room...
It’s getting silence...
Deadly silence...
Why do they stop talking?
Walking in a room...
I can hear my name...
All these people...
Don’t they just all look the same?
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| Auteur: ~~~~witcheecraft~~~~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: jo | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 maart 2005 | ||
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