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It’s a lonely Saturday night.. I am sitting behind my desk..
I look at the cam..the cam is looking back.. I forgot that they are looking at me..
I appear on their screen.. a boy.. but they don’t see my soul… and that’s the reason they talk to me.
They can’t see my soul.. my face is smiling but my soul is crying.. but the face is what you see.. the soul is what you get.
If people like me the see me.. if they love me the get me.. that’s why nobody love’s me..

That kind of things play in my mind, but why.. why do I live for somebody else
Why do we live.. what’s the reason of me to be here?..
If God head a reason with me, why does he let me down at this stage
Why doesn’t he take the lead, says what he has to say
Brake the thoughts he has to brake
Kill the boy who doesn’t deserve to live.


zitte nog wel wat foutjes in maar das oppervlakkig

 

Zijn er nu al twee van dit soort threads? Ook in the green mile

 

i know.. de wedstrijd thread op de green mile.. maar meer is beter toch?
maar maybe kunne ze hier de wat meer serieuzere post neergooien.. i.p.v sinterklaas gedichten