The End
The End
The End is coming, the End is coming closer till my last
This thought is so suffocating, irritating, but fascinating
That what I do will be past
The End is no end, no cruel crime, but a start
The start of another end, in a roadless rounding race
The End is going and will arrive on time, maybe it’s to hard
But I hope that I’ll understand, when I’ll face…
The End
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| Auteur: Jelly Marcus | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 september 2008 | ||
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