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Lonley

 

I can fell shiver in my backbone, it goes all the way up to my neck  

I'm so cold. And In some way, it hurts.

Not literal, but inside me - in my heart

It stings like deep papercuts, and it bleeds terrible

It's dark and cold.

The only thing I hear is my breaths, and Mr. Deaths stepps up to the flat were I sleep, he's coming to get me out of here, precise like my wish said.

Lonley at night, also when the sun shines, I hide deep into my darkest tanks, and imagins, who rules my life, in danger. I wish it goes away, but I know -It'snt that easy.




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Publicerad 2007-09-14 19:10



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