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Anne Mette Aug 2015
It's a bitter world and i'd rather dream,
Anne Mette Aug 2015
Never to land, never to fly.
Recovery is the only choice.
Anne Mette Aug 2015
“As I walked down the road alone, I began to think,
What if this is the wrong way, am I about to sink?
I saw the light in front of me, and suddently it began to gain.
Is it the light in the end of the tunnel, or maybe it’s just a train?”

- Staun
Anne Mette Aug 2015
“She couldn’t help for feeling a little sad,
for the wolf she had hurted so bad.”
Anne Mette Jul 2015
"Dead girl walking,
Alone in the dark,
She can't look in the mirror,
The fear of what she'll find.

She takes a rusty razor,
Her only and best friend,
The only thing that helps her,
When she's afraid of herself.

And drops of blood replaces,
The tears from her eyes.
Now the voices are screaming,
That the next goal is to die.
She cry and cry and cry,
She ask herself "Why?"

Dead girl walking,
Back to her bed,
And if you didn't knew she was breathing,
You would see she's already dead."

— The End —