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dying
I think about dying
every day again
I dream about dying
every night again
Dreaming of talking to granddad
or take a walk with my dog
just like ik could those years ago
the years i didn't had to miss them
but life is just too beautiful
all those people that love me
life is too beautiful
to miss my friends and family
is there a way to see those I miss
and to stay with those i love
Reacties op ‘dying’
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Ik zou niet zonder je kunnen<333 super gedicht!
Lynne - 15-11-2010 om 20:35