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A broken soul, stuck in a
black hole,
waiting to be free, when
you say you love me.
A shattered dream, an
ice-cold steam,
is how I feel, for I know
that dream will never be real.
A thousand deaths is what
I die,
for still believing my
dream won't fly.
Only a broken heart
remains with me,
for this dream will never
be... reality
05-09-2010 om 20:26
geschreven door Cookie Dwarf 
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