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Love, is a curse

Pieces of broken glass fall down on the floor?
A drop of blood falls apart?
A tear runs down my cheek?
I feel no pain. Only emptiness.

The things you said. The things you did.
The way you fooled me.

I promised myself not to cry. But I couldn?t.
I promised myself not to let them know. But I couldn?t.
For crying out loud, I promised myself not to love you, but I couldn?t.

Inside I?m dying. Piece by piece I fall apart.
I no longer want to be here.
I want to run away, and never come back.
I want to go where nobody can see me,
Where nobody can hurt me,
Where I no longer exist?


The last piece of glass falls apart?
The last tear runs down my cheek?
The last drop of blood falls apart?

I?m free?

Engelse gedicht door: De onbekende dichter

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