All my things..
There are my thoughts
I think I like them
There are my tears
I think I need them
There are my fears
I think I live with them
There is my depression
I think I love it
Do you know where i'm talking about?!
I think I like them
There are my tears
I think I need them
There are my fears
I think I live with them
There is my depression
I think I love it
Do you know where i'm talking about?!
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| Auteur: † Dying † | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 maart 2006 | ||
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