Will they notice That the person they built For their life to fit Is nothing like me
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De laatste weg
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take
My mother’s daughter
It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that… Poursuivre la lecture My mother’s daughter
Dead Walking
I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.
