I got twisted
Stuck between trying to do the best thing
and my continues anger and fear issues
Trembled with thoughts
Molested by selfdoubt
I do not wish to kill
But by trying not to i kill more
Misery was always a step away
While love kept me going
People i do not know
Speak of me as if i am a doll
Calling me out on some random acces
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 oktober 2015 | ||
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