Every day
It never stop!
All that pain.
is too much for me.
Every day,
I spend in bed,
doing nothing,
because I can't.
I'm sick of this!
It hurts.
Every day,
every moment...
All that pain.
is too much for me.
Every day,
I spend in bed,
doing nothing,
because I can't.
I'm sick of this!
It hurts.
Every day,
every moment...
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| Auteur: Dreamweave | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 oktober 2007 | ||
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