Sick,,
i'm sick,,
i went sick home,,
from school..
i'm sick on the outside,,
and on the inside..
sick of this pain,,
i must dealing with..
i must hang on,,
love this life..
and be thankfull for it..
but i don't know if i can..
there are so mutch people,,
who are happy,,
but their lives are so mutch wurst than mine..
but they ar happy with the things they got..
i know i should be two,,
but at the moment i can't..
i feel sick,,
on the inside and on the outside..
i went sick home,,
from school..
i'm sick on the outside,,
and on the inside..
sick of this pain,,
i must dealing with..
i must hang on,,
love this life..
and be thankfull for it..
but i don't know if i can..
there are so mutch people,,
who are happy,,
but their lives are so mutch wurst than mine..
but they ar happy with the things they got..
i know i should be two,,
but at the moment i can't..
i feel sick,,
on the inside and on the outside..
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| Augustijntje: | Maandag, november 14, 2005 19:52 |
| mooi geschreven, gelukkig fictie,let wel op je engels.. x! |
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| Auteur: My Truth..** | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 november 2005 | ||
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