..*why*..
..*why*..
Why does this world like to play,
With a little thing called my life?
Why must they every single day,
0pen the wounds and turn the knife?
Why does this world like to play,
With a little thing called my life?
Why must they every single day,
0pen the wounds and turn the knife?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Just_Robin: | Vrijdag, mei 06, 2005 17:32 |
| Don't be so negative... For everyone, so also for you, will always shine the sun... But sometimes you just don't see him. |
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| Quando: | Vrijdag, mei 06, 2005 16:30 |
| as we dat zouden weten zou er heel wat minder pijn en verdriet zijn.. liefs en knuf, Kim |
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| Auteur: *gw00n_ik* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 mei 2005 | ||
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