..reason to live..
        
My dreams aren't continued, 
gone by the catch of my last words,
flown by my last breath.
I longue for the reason to live, 
cut by my heartless thoughts,
hussle from the past,
away from my soul,
gone with the whispering of the wind in my red bloody hands,
whisper softly in myself, 
repeating words over and over again..
..kess..
    
    
    sunirise, vrouw, 38 jaar
 
 
 
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