No feelings (Locked in prison)
No feelings
(Seems locked in prison)
Where do I go from here?
And where are my places to go?
I don’t know my personality or my taking of what I can do
My feelings are locked in prison
but at the same time as free as a thousand flying birds
Sometimes there’s no feeling to feel
but yet, it really hurts
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 januari 2007 | ||
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