Poezie
November
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Mediu
It\'s raining in the streets...and in my head,
And nobody could stop the falling rain...
I can\'t fight anymore with all this pain...
I cannot even think - my thoughts are dead -
But where in this world could I complain...?
The wind blows in the park...and in my life...
I wanna live, I wanna love...but how...?
I don`t know what is happening right now...
I wonder: do we have a fate? Somehow...
And what is fate? A double bladed knife...?
It\'s snowing in the town...and in my soul...
I think that everything is done for me -
She\'s gone - and there\'s nothing else I see...
But, do have a heart? No, just a hole...
Why can\'t I die? Why do I have to be...?
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but it\'s the long hard road
out of heeeell...
M Manson-Long hard road out of hell