No box
You can strip me of my function.
You can strip me of my honor.
You can strip me of my pride.
But you will never be able
to break what is inside.
For what lies within
is the real me.
Not merely the charade,
you daily see.
It is the me
that does not fit
into your box
or any at all.
You can strip me of my honor.
You can strip me of my pride.
But you will never be able
to break what is inside.
For what lies within
is the real me.
Not merely the charade,
you daily see.
It is the me
that does not fit
into your box
or any at all.
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| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 augustus 2010 | ||
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