Gioi: | Dinsdag, december 24, 2002 12:42 |
And the mask, that terrible thing, lay on the floor in shatters. Too long my faith in that evil thing, left my life nearly in tatters. But now I see, trough my own eyes, what things that I could be. And most of all, and proudly too, I can claim that I am ME Of mischien beter nog, een quote van de Disposable heroes of hypocracy. I suffer the worst kind of lonelyness.. the lonelyness of being misunderstood. Or worse, The lonelyness, of being afraid, |
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Auteur: lani | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 23 december 2002 | ||
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