Little unhappy woman

Her name is Lory

The girl called Lory cry

A little unhappy woman

With only the wish to die

She gave everything she’s ever had To the rest of the tired human She doesn’t want to be sad But it seems to be the only thing she can All the time she’s lived her life Memories hurt so bad She just wants to take her knife And walk right through the dead But there are a few words that stop her now And let her be a little longer She doesn’t know how much a little is But she knows her wish is stronger If there was another way to take it She would do anything to choose that way Never to let it slip out of her fingers But there is not even a little chance to stay She’s ruined and broken inside And she can’t see her dreams She feels like she’s already died But she’s still alive it seems If she ever had the chance to kill She won’t hesitate at all Being her own victim is what she wants To drop the blood to make her fall That little unhappy woman Whose only wish is to die Her name is lory Lory Cry

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Germaine d Moor:	Dinsdag, mei 15, 2007 16:26
Dit is heel erg mooi.

Never :	Maandag, mei 14, 2007 16:30
zielig, maar erg mooi gedicht. zoveel sterkte. (F'') xx

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Auteur: +lory+
Gecontroleerd door: michris
Gepubliceerd op: 09 mei 2007
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