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geschrieben am: 05.11.2002 um 13:58 Uhr
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<i><center><font face="BernhardMod BT"><font size="4">My heart is sick and sad
my soul is tired, lonely and that
feeling raising in my chest
demotivates me the best.
The voices deep in my head
make me gone crazy, gone mad.
The gap between my heart and brain
is filled up with sorrows and pain.
The sickness, rumouring inside me,
is my mortal enemy.
It wants to conquer mé, my mind
and it behaves like that kind
of enemy, that won't stop
trying to reach the top.
I feel it in the anteroom, yet
It's just a matter of time for it to get
into the headquarter of my beeing,
the place of the final encounter of me and that thing...
I'm deprived of the power, 'cause of the things i miss,
so you can imagine how easy it is,
for the madness, the sickness, to overcome me.
Perhaps i am wrong, but i guess i will see...
~~~alan~~~
Geändert am 05.11.2002 um 18:39 Uhr von Alan_Grant
Geändert am 05.11.2002 um 18:56 Uhr von Alan_Grant |
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geschrieben am: 05.11.2002 um 18:39 Uhr
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ich find das gedicht schön.....
hab dir lüp.... 
greetz...
 ~>bAbE<~ |
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geschrieben am: 05.11.2002 um 18:49 Uhr
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also..naja...ich versteh dat zwar nich zu 100%, aber egol.
ich finds schön |
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