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When you hang on, into a thin line
and nothing ever seemes to get right
The steps you fought for forwardness
the resault of the fight
are more steps into the wrong track
The wrong track holds you back
search you up
to haunt you down
untill you stand still again
When you stand on the edge of all
the hope keeps up by a thin line
but the person has already fallen
And she wanders around
with the ghost of her own
The life has run away
but she is here, fighting still
for getting an inch back
in one step at a time
But when your soul is so pure and gentle
fragileness is not far away
I can feel it inside me
feel the tears bubbeling up
welling over me
When the breaths gets to heavy to bare
and the oxygen stops to exist
I can no longer breath in
This illness has taking over
taking over inches of my sin
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-05-17 at 18:06
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On the Edge
When you hang on, into a thin line
and nothing ever seemes to get right
The steps you fought for forwardness
the resault of the fight
are more steps into the wrong track
The wrong track holds you back
search you up
to haunt you down
untill you stand still again
When you stand on the edge of all
the hope keeps up by a thin line
but the person has already fallen
And she wanders around
with the ghost of her own
The life has run away
but she is here, fighting still
for getting an inch back
in one step at a time
But when your soul is so pure and gentle
fragileness is not far away
I can feel it inside me
feel the tears bubbeling up
welling over me
When the breaths gets to heavy to bare
and the oxygen stops to exist
I can no longer breath in
This illness has taking over
taking over inches of my sin
Poetry by Malin Johansson
Read 616 times
Written on 2006-05-17 at 18:06
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