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Mina reflektioner över när jag mådde som sämst; hur jag kände mig då.


The Jumper

The frame that holds for all,
and everyone who wan´t to step on it.
Felling the wind, fluttering in my drying hair.
I wish it could dry my cheek.
But desserts don´t dry.

When the inside scream in agony,
and is filled with a black mass of,
rage and fear and pain.
But the outside won´t show it,
no matter how hard you whan´t to,
or try.

Like an iron box,
what´s inside it wants out.
Let me burn, let me explode.
Crying of sarrow, screaming of rage, laughing of joy,
and finally puking from the frustration!!

The sound of insanety is beautefull,
and it feels like a sick longing to go insane.
Stabing everyone, tortering some,
and at last myself to just not be,
and be nothing!!




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Publicerad 2013-04-01 14:51



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