måndag 15 februari 2010

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My soul is aching, my skin is burning, my mind is rotting.
My thoughts cause diseases, my steps kills the living. A soft touch devours your will to live.

I kept saying "I love you", kept saying "I'm sorry!". You were left alone, so were I.
Screaming in pain, I am the cause, the reason I feel lonely and depressed.

I guess I still hope that you'll someday think that I'm good enough for you.

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