It's actually pretty easy.
The boundaries are imaginary,
the rules are made up and the limits?
Well the limits don't exists.
Free your mind from the prison you're helt into.
Free your soul from the worries wich you shouldn't have,
and free your body from the "perfections" you've created.
And I promise you will feel freedom.
the rules are made up and the limits?
Well the limits don't exists.
Free your mind from the prison you're helt into.
Free your soul from the worries wich you shouldn't have,
and free your body from the "perfections" you've created.
And I promise you will feel freedom.
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| Auteur: AcidCortex | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2014 | ||
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