The way
Some say that the journey is the destination. Others say, it doesn't matter what the journey is, you'll day anyway. I think their both right.
I was blinded by my anger, because of what you did to me. I wanted revange and I got it, but against what price? I've lost my self along the way.
I was blinded by my anger, because of what you did to me. I wanted revange and I got it, but against what price? I've lost my self along the way.
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| Auteur: Eufrasia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 juni 2014 | ||
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