I stood on the edge...
I stood on the edge,
the edge of my world.
I saw my life ending,
by hearing this word.
Ready to make it all to an end,
willing to give up all I stood for.
Knowing I was betraded by a friend,
realising there wasn't anything more.
Wishing for the death,
screaming for silence and to forget.
(please take my life I yelled)
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| Auteur: Eleanor | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 12 november 2001 | ||
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