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The darkest of the night The brightest of the day when will sunshine go her way? instead of thundering, lightening and rain What grows within her is only the pain What happens when the day is gone And the night is so long? Heaven knows she tried But what everyone else know is she cried Bombs and guns firing at the weak Too loud for her to even speak Going to sleep with a heart aching Waking up to a rainy day With her heart breaking | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2015-09-24 09:53:18 |
perhaps the turn-about-trick is ... to purge ones heart into some obsessive, constructive hobbies ?
Like horse-back-riding, poetry and postings on this site ;)
sincerely ...
Like horse-back-riding, poetry and postings on this site ;)
sincerely ...
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