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onsdag 23 september 2009

There is no WE, only me


I am a screaming fool, inside my own head,
tearing down the rest of my sanity.
My confidence is cracking,
and the feeling of a strong heart,disapeard a long time ago.

So here i am, a child tumbeling down in dark caves,
falling from one black hole to another.
Nothing is solid, and nobody is thrustworthy,
everybody turns there back at you.
The schoulder you neded so desperatly, just dissapered.
So LOOK at your self, and what do you see??
There is only,... YOU.
Thats lonelienes to the end.
Like you came to this wold , you shall go,......ALONE.