How often
How often did I say that I needed more hours in the day
No-one could do the work I did, it was so damn important
the delusion of grandeur that one cannot be replaced.
It feels so good to know that one is indispensable
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity, the preacher said
No-one could do the work I did, it was so damn important
the delusion of grandeur that one cannot be replaced.
It feels so good to know that one is indispensable
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity, the preacher said
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| wervelende regenboog: | Vrijdag, juli 08, 2011 21:17 |
| inderdaad, niemand is onmisbaar alleen het ego denkt dat... goed verwoord groetje wr |
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| Auteur: Roelie Kuilder | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 juli 2011 | ||
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