I can only say, thank you.
It keeps me thinking of a path so far hidden,
a place where I had to surrender,
to give not only for what I was able to.
And however I tried, punished for when I cried,
somehow I seem to manege picking up the pieces,
and now you make every little piece fit,
in which I can only say, thank you.
a place where I had to surrender,
to give not only for what I was able to.
And however I tried, punished for when I cried,
somehow I seem to manege picking up the pieces,
and now you make every little piece fit,
in which I can only say, thank you.
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| Auteur: SilentMystery | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 januari 2015 | ||
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