Dead Inside
The longer I live the more I realise this feeling will never go away. I'm not able to control my thoughts or feelings. I can't stand it much longer. I'm a victim of my own mind. My mind is killing me.
Does nobody see I'm already dead inside?
Does nobody see I'm already dead inside?
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| DrieGeetjes: | Zaterdag, september 06, 2014 22:05 |
| Well... Reading your words and poems, Eufrasia - good name by the way -, there is enough anger in you for two lifetimes. I'm not nobody. I'm the DrieGeetjes. So... Do you know what I mean? Stay angry. It will conquer your sadness and deathwish. You write good english. Do you know that? ;) |
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| Auteur: Eufrasia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 september 2014 | ||
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