My dreams wilted Memories have been teared apart My soul has been broken Voices in the head I smoother I feel shattered Like a conquered glass Today is the day I go through this hay I'm going to the room For holy peace You can find me there I will give you a favor 23:26 26.11.04
Tag: #counselling
Fearful
It's my teacher No, it's my lady Do you like her? I'm not really She goes, looks and observes Such people are dangerous Why do you say so? She is just strange, closed Only she knows what sits in her But I don't like such people I wonder what she wants... What will make it ok... I don't know 20:38 17.11.04
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