my book
I sit in silence
feel the pain
moving in my body
I want to live
but I'm dying now,
slowly...
I want to be never seen
but can't hide anywhere
So I keep wondering,
does anybody care?
What if my life's like a book?
A sad story I'm reading,
and longing for the end...
feel the pain
moving in my body
I want to live
but I'm dying now,
slowly...
I want to be never seen
but can't hide anywhere
So I keep wondering,
does anybody care?
What if my life's like a book?
A sad story I'm reading,
and longing for the end...
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| Auteur: _Me_x_ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 november 2007 | ||
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