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vrijdag 16 maart 2007 om 19:35

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The darkness around me, embraces me,
makes me feel like I'm slipping away.
And if this keep on growing,
I know I will run out, some day.

Why should I hold on ?
To something I cannot feel ?
Somehow, it must be somewhere.
But it doesn't seem real.

I'm sorry for not being perfect.
I know I'm alive but it feels like I died.
You never showed, that you cared about me.
You were laughing, and I cried.

My dreams ran away.
They are a part of my past.
If you can't handle me, at my worst.
Then you don't deserve me at my best.

I never asked you more then love.
But you've said I couldn't do anything right.
I just need a little bit of you.
But love is the slowest form of suicide.


© Jorine.

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