I'm listening to the same songs
over and over and over again
they help me getting throuh this
why am I hiding myself? why?
stop asking, I don't know
I hate my past
but nevertheless it's a part of the procedure, that created my fucking existence
all of these days when I ran throuh the streets
when I cried into my pillow
they are over now
'cause my sadness has changed
into anger
FUCK
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Poetry {english~german}
Poetry✖art Never comes From Happiness ✖ Wenn ich schreibe, kann ich vergessen. Late night thoughts, könnte man sagen. Wenn es nichts mehr gibt, was mich hält, habe ich das hier. Und es hilft. © dirtandroses All rights reserved ---------- Cover by Carmen...
