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Onderwerpopties | Stem op Onderwerp | Weergavemodus |
6 July 2007, 19:29 | #1 |
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Bridge
As I come closer to the bridge
I feel weaker With every step I take I feel my blood cooking My teeth crooking As my fear turns into rage Do I want to forget what you have done to me? So that all the pain is transformed in nothing but long lost history? Then I feel my feet touching the bridge and I feel my anger shrinking Melting like snow in the sun A sense of hapiness coming over me Misery and pain Slide away Not to be forgotten in the past but to make me stronger in the future So that I can move on And take the first step Over the bridge of buried memories |
26 October 2007, 14:45 | #2 |
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If the memories are burried, you don't need a bridge hun!
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