jonas4
every scar goes deeper
every wound hurts more
every bruise gets bigger
my body is so sore
youre eyes are cutting true me
like the knife in my hand
if only you could see me
so close from where you stand
the blood is flowing on the floor
every day i wish for death more
death is waiting at the door
kill me
hurt me
rape me
brake me
but stop what the hell you are doing now......
every wound hurts more
every bruise gets bigger
my body is so sore
youre eyes are cutting true me
like the knife in my hand
if only you could see me
so close from where you stand
the blood is flowing on the floor
every day i wish for death more
death is waiting at the door
kill me
hurt me
rape me
brake me
but stop what the hell you are doing now......
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| Auteur: anouk delange | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 maart 2005 | ||
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