Maybe?
Maybe we don't die?
Maybe we don't live?
Maybe we are just a few letters into a book.
a character that doesn't have a free will.
We do what our writer says what we must do.
Some see him as a God.
I see him as a devil.
He enjoys to play with words, characters and lives.
So what are we?
Who are we?
And why are we how we are?
Maybe we don't live?
Maybe we are just a few letters into a book.
a character that doesn't have a free will.
We do what our writer says what we must do.
Some see him as a God.
I see him as a devil.
He enjoys to play with words, characters and lives.
So what are we?
Who are we?
And why are we how we are?
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| Auteur: mistermonster | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 februari 2015 | ||
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