Next Poem: Titelloos
Why am I afraid to show,
how I really feel,
How I really catch my breath,
how I really deal,
Why can't I enjoy,
of life the way it is,
Why do I always feel,
like there's someone I miss,
Why does these thoughts,
have to cross my mind,
I quess they only fade,
when it's all behind..
Triangle, vrouw, 34 jaar
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