Again
I felt the chaos running through my veins, to my brain, as it was trying to make me go insane, again. Searching for a place where I could lose it all, again. I wish I had no more tears to cry. The emptiness that used to be so numerous present in my mind, had now made place for all the thoughts I didn't even know I owned. Madness. It was madness what I was doing to myself, again. I was just a stupid number in a stupid crowd. I wanted to run. I didn't want to fight something I was so sure of, I couldn't win. So why was I playing another losing game? Again. While I was falling, knowing I would crash. I would hit the ground, but not softly. Cause it was never softly. It would break my bones. All my veins would splash and my blood would be wasted. And afterwards I would fix te pieces of my shattered heart. Knowing you wouldn't care.
And so I died.
Again.
And so I died.
Again.
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| Auteur: MissMuse | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de Diana | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 december 2011 | ||
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