6 years.... Paul Walker
Every year not a day goes by
where tears blur my vision
and I allow myself to cry.
But today...
even though it’s six years later;
feels just like that horrible saturday,
gives me a lot more heartache.
I still try to bare, feeling numb
while living in this nightmare.
If only I could rewind this cruel reality,
to prevent losing you and Roger;
to prevent that awfull tragedy
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| Auteur: white_rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 november 2019 | ||
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