whatever i do.
Whatever i do, it's never the right thing to do.
Parents always nag about the wrong things i've done,
but when i do something good, they don't even see it.
I don't want to be here, i want to see the world
and take the risks of life, and when i end up
death, they can say ; she left to live her life
and we're proud to be her parents.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| [B]lack [A]ngel: | Vrijdag, juli 09, 2010 10:18 |
| Mooi gedichtje! Ouders zijn idd niet altijd makkelijk!!! Je komt er wel, zolang je in jezelf geloof! Take care(F) -XxX- |
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| Auteur: *marie* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 april 2009 | ||
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