But all the lettering seem to be lost
Desperatly I try to make sentence
Never thought, memory’s can be so enclosing.
Thoughts just make me anxious
I affraid to think.
I don’t have the power to speek.
I can’t write another word
Won’t try to make a sentence
Memory’s would still hurt
And what will be left? My fear for your tear...
Inkognito 15-10-‘02
Auteur: inkognito | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 15 oktober 2002 | ||
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