A bad song.
I just gotta regret what I've been doing since yesterday, my friend.I think that you must forget what I've been doing with you.
Come on and go trough the door.
And kill me.
Darling are you still alive?
Answer me.
Let's collect to a dream in my mind.
Come on and fight me
Like you do
All the time.
All the time.
Like we were knowing each other
I can't write.
I'm so bad at this.
It's not gonna work.
Poetry by Tobias Bauer
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Written on 2006-07-02 at 22:28
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