facing fears
What is the purpos of life,
believing in my destiny,
taking a frighting dive,
to the inknow, to become me,
facing whatever there is to face,
concurring fears,
not staying trapped in my cage,
even though it gives me tears,
every step makes me stronger,
it makes me want to grow,
not having to hide no longer,
just wanting to know,
what i need to move on,
to take the next step,
to know when it all begun,
to remember when i look back.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: memory | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 augustus 2008 | ||
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