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Friday, February 07, 2014

Storm of a real She

     Storm of a real She

cold is the morning ,when I wake up
afraid of the fact that I'm mortal
I fear death
I feel lost,
felt lost in my dreams
which I forgot in 5 minutes
upon woken up

thoughts about what im going to do
scare  me,getting nowhere fast
nobody wakes me up
no warm lips kissing me
sweet tender love

no voice in the backround
telling me take care
I love you so much.
the routine slowly kills me
oh dear oh God,
days pass through  me
I'm passing through life.

where is the one
that calls me by my name
and hugs me so much
and puts  together once more
all my broken parts.

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