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    from here...

    05-07-2009
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Salt water....
    A light rain drip on my coat,
    A salty taste in my mouth,
    That was a tear.
    A tear of sorrow,
    Sadness of poverty, pain, and lonleyness.

    Life slowly pulls away from me, while I believe you....
    You, you only hope, my only friend remains of debris,
    from this miserable life.
    A life that I no longer can bear,
    Dark days float to me,
    While I stare gaze out the window.
    Were you there now .. but now, here to comfort me.

    Thursday, May 29

    16:31


    kevin
     

    05-07-2009 om 21:01 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.the boy in poverty ...
    I walk there, I am there,
    but nobody sees me,
    no one sees me cry .. ..
    I cry as you hear me ...
    live in inhumanity day wont open their eyes...
    they laugh, but I would love it if i could laugh  with them to ....
    Nobody will ever know what my heart deals ....
    nobody will know what I feel,
    so misunderstood, so I feel ...
    if people see me,
    then turn their vision to ...
    people want to see poverty,

    I feel so misunderstood ...

    Kevin

    1 June, 2008

    05-07-2009 om 20:57 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Power of life ...
    Life is beautiful
    it helps you through difficult times over,
    with the support of friends, lovers ...

    I am lost
    I am one life lost
    water taste bitter,
    food tastes no longer
    and my body weakened off ....
    was it?
    is this"life?"
    I do not know more,
    and I do not know if I still want to know ....

    a long agony, I followed through life,
    a large weight on both shoulders bore me,
    I fought like a bull,
    but now the effect on ...

    the fire is extinguished ...
    and you had no exuus ...

    Kevin

    1 June, 2008

    05-07-2009 om 20:52 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Remember when ....

    remember when I cried,
    you let me languish,
    until you quietly, just disappeared ...
    never turned your head,
    never gave me a look ...
    not loving, not thinking ....
    but defenseless.
    not a soul that you could care,
    what you lost or won ...

    people say time heals,
    however, wounds heal but scars remain.
    marked by scars, I remain behind,
    behind in a dark gray night
    which does not seem to fend ....
    driven through the night, I  cant find you anyway.

    but find you i did'nt ...


    kevin
    15:48
    Monday 09/06/2008
     

    05-07-2009 om 20:48 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Because you are no longer here ....
    Because you are no longer here ....
    You sultry voice is no longer
    Like your dear eyes which I am so happy to deeper, 
    Yes no more arms around me, because you are now no longer ...
    Your soft, sweet lips, I feel no more ...
    Because yes you, are no longer here ...
    The only thing remaining is
    A small boy with a lost heart, a boy seeking for his lost soul...
    A boy that is Dool,
    And the light can't find ..

    Because you are no longer ...

    Kevin
    Monday, June 16, 2008
    22:29

    05-07-2009 om 20:43 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Tonight...
    When you came
    Was there a heaven of joy in you heart open,
    Love was conducted, love wortelde deeply in one heart ...

    I was afraid, afraid to lose you ...
    And that fear was a reality,
    Tonight, I paid oblivion ...
    save me now but not because,
    Tonight, I lost ...
    Nobody can save me,
    What do I live?

    If I still continue living in fear ... right?

    Kevin
    Monday, June 16, 2008
    22:12

    05-07-2009 om 20:37 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Admittedly,


    The only thing that hold me strong  where you,
    But you left me, and I had to just go ...
    Furthermore, without you, without love, without the opportunity ... without me.
    But if a world without equality, I reserve the right not
    can give a decent life,
    there is no chance for me to live in dignity.
    Everyone was always easy,
    I watch and laugh with me.
    I spy and despise me ...
    But if you look closely, I hide a deep pain,
    pain to you, to love, and to anyone suffering ...
    But the world does not stop, and everyone thinks "oh, it's time to go" ..
    But I still do dwell!
    Because I do not to proceed, now no longer ...


    You have hurt me a lot that you know very well,
    But now I only sleep ...


    goodbye ....

    25/juni/2008
    21:10

    05-07-2009 om 20:34 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    it is heavy,
    when you get home and no one waiting for you.
    just waiting the whole night, I hope you come back ...
    it is cold and dark.
    it strikes me heavier than I thought
    as I get home and nobody waiting for  me ...
    yes that is true.
    why did the time come? what about
    all my dreams ....
    why is this my sorrow now again?
    so lonely ....
    it is you, I miss you ...
    sweet sorrow we shared same ...
    is it really over?

    Kevin

    June 30, 2008

    05-07-2009 om 20:29 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Talking....
    Talking .... and myself ... 
    honey ...

    we need to talk ...
    talking about myself,
    talk about us
    about you ....

    you gives me a look,
    and you know well enough what will happen ....
    talk does not work anymore ...
    the battle of love rivals, I have long ago lost, and you know it.
    a proliferation stroke I could not win ..
    my heart & soul was the price ...
    cheerlessly you looked at me, the tears as salt-free fat droplets along my
    hopeless lazy eyelids rolled.
    Just like one of those heartless days, we spent.
    it was heart-free days?
    we can not go back, there was friendship was love, and then ... there was nothing.
    nothing more than an empty place in our souls.
    you leave the room and I know, forever ... you will not come  back.
    Close my eyes ... I would be hoping that the silence will be broken, broken by your footsteps in the hallway,
    broken by the deep tenderness.
    so many things which are now no longer ....

    talk works, the people ..
    would you?

    Kevin

    Thursday 17 July
    15:56
     

    05-07-2009 om 20:26 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.The fallen night....

    3am, it's a fallen night .. ...
    again defies sleep impunity me
    I 'm thinking, thinking of you, to love and grief ...
    unprotected naked I lie there,
    with an appearance Moonshine  on my body.
    the clock still guides my sorrow,
    and I see the empty space beside me in bed ... knowing that you no longer are here...
    and a voice whispers to me your words,
    word ...empty words ...
    swept away by dark sorrow, pain, impotence ...
    and the night pass ... then a day,
    that one uncertainty
    a quest for love, friendship and myself ....

    Kevin


    August 31, 2008

    05-07-2009 om 20:16 geschreven door kevin_VRK  

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