None-gift
None-gift
Waking up in the morning
Feeling the tearing pain
It’s teasing me all the time
After so much disappointments
I finally understand
It’s not made for me
Now I except it and agree
The love is a none gift of God
So I must just do it with that
Living in grief, a lot
and dreaming about I had
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 2007 | ||
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