June
2 July 2008
You´r only make believe
My fantasy dreaming has now turned into anger, I hate the daydreams of make believe when we run in freedom together. I hate the smell and the feeling of safety and most of all I hate the feeling
Time only exists for those who think about it, for those who dont they will live life complete with no missary or worries.
cold skin, a bony body, scars old and bruisesblue, black tears and hurtfull eyes. A face along way from a smile and a mouth filled with a hidden story. What has happened? How did you get so hurt
flying away and re-newing my mistakes. Hurting myself all over over again and cuting open the scars which had heald. God bye again, god bye maybe friend.
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