Something precious..
Running, screaming talking
Fleeing from an image
Only she can see
Slowly falling, breaking
Picking herself apart
Lying once more,
it doesn't matter - just ignore.
Whispered words that
(come here, give up, it's okay)
Promise her something better
Something worth waiting for,
worth fighting for
Something precious..
Something worth to stay.
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 november 2005 | ||
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