Black Hole
The problem with life is
that it's never the same.
It can be rough, hard and cruel,
and its making people go insane.
My life is black hole,
which I'm sliding in deeper and deeper.
I'm sliding into a never ending fall,
and don't know how to get out.
I can't do it without you,
I can't do it without myself,
But I need a twist of fate.
I had enough to deal with,
and still I keep falling.
Will my fall ever end?
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| Auteur: Eleazara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 september 2011 | ||
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