Hope? Happiness? Freedom? Love?

Hope tortured me, Happiness let me down,

freedom locked me up and love killed me.

Now I am stuck here, forever in the middle of nowhere,

with nothing but lost memories, a dead soul and a dying body.

So I ask you then... What’s left of me?

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What is left of you..

Forgotten-Child, 26. juni 2008

What is left of you, is this beautiful thing.. It will never let you down, you are never alone.. Find friendship and your heart will allways glow..

Friends are there,
They give you their hand,
You'll never fall,
They have nothign to demand..

They're there for you.. Allways and Forever.. ;)

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