Father of my persona
That would be me
A real persona
I do not know
what you think
or what you saw
But i am just little old me
Far from being perfect
Can be a prick
I do suffer from
discriminatory thoughts
I have brain damage
well what would you think
I still believe in better days
Sweeter thoughts and shiney rays
Just chill down and stop hating
I know that it aint easy
But my only way is up
Cause i am not bound to
the surface down below
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 september 2015 | ||
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