Who am I?
I ain't no genius
I cannot write
I cannot think
Why do I Try
No words come up
All is dead inside
No feelings...
Nothing...
...
A strange pain in the chest
Pressure
Fear
Words from a weak individual,
at the end of his struggle
no way back
only a dark future
can i bear it
I cannot write
I cannot think
Why do I Try
No words come up
All is dead inside
No feelings...
Nothing...
...
A strange pain in the chest
Pressure
Fear
Words from a weak individual,
at the end of his struggle
no way back
only a dark future
can i bear it
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| Auteur: Modigliani | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 januari 2007 | ||
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