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Sometimes, I want to scream
"Just leave"...straight into my face.


Sometimes I talk to myself...because them I'm the only one who gets the meaning.


Words speak...but doings speak louder.


Roses are red,
violets are blue...
hold on a second,
their purple not fucking blue.

And I'm all alone,
in my "sweet" home.


I think that everyone has a person on this earth, they are meant to spend their lives with.

But sadly...not everyone finds their meant-to-be in this life.


And I also think that I'm one of them.




There is so much to say and to write...but the encourage is all gone a long time ago.


Do you believe that we all will be reborn?
Because I don't think so.

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