Ideals
Everone has one
Something they would love to be
It's allways out of reach
When you become one, you get another.
It's all about wanting.
Never beïng satisfied.
But what if your only ideal is not to be like this.
Just something else.
what will I become?
Something they would love to be
It's allways out of reach
When you become one, you get another.
It's all about wanting.
Never beïng satisfied.
But what if your only ideal is not to be like this.
Just something else.
what will I become?
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| Auteur: Touch-Of-Fate | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 mei 2009 | ||
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