Hated feelings called love
As the confusion runs inside of me
playing my mind a sick game
I'm left behind with a wound in my heart
then the time yet again has to heal it
When the uncertainness comes knockin on my door
and the unknowness becomes to heavy to bare
my eyes were blinded
blinded far away from reality
tears showing its faces in those eyes
the thoughts of pain and misery
that I have done it to myself again
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-07-03 at 00:55




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