but he isn’t..
he did things..
a normal person wouldn’t do..
my life..
it wil never be the same..
I’m so scared..
Scared to see you..
To hear you, to feel you..
To hear you say : our little secret..
My life..
It will never be the same..
My father..
He doesn’t want me..
My mother..
She doesn’t want me neither..
My life..
It will never be the same..
I wanna run away..
But I can’t..
It was a hard time..
I’ve been trough..
My life..
It will never be the same..
weerwolfjuhn: | Donderdag, februari 15, 2007 16:20 |
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Auteur: kGm | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 15 februari 2007 | ||
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