Farewell

Farewell to all those people who makes me Laugh, makes me sad

and makes me Cry Also to those who makes me Bitter, You who makes me Die
I’m Died Inside
So I’ve got love for Death
Now I Dream of Suicide I have a Tired, dried out Head I have enough of it Don’t want to Talk
Don’t want to Explain Don’t want to be Someone anymore in this Lifegame Don’t want to Hear any excuse from all this Perhaps because I became Confused Don’t want to Hear any Apologize or things in a Confronsation of Mother and Son This is a Finished Story about me from the Cradle to the Grave Make myself Ready and Clear to Rise upon

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Manjula

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Auteur: Manjula
Gecontroleerd door: christina
Gepubliceerd op: 05 december 2006
Thema's: [Dood] [Leven] [Verlangens]