13-05-2002, 20:44
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Schizophrenia
In the fields a little girl dances There was some kind of sphere hanging around her As if she wasn't just one person.. but more.. To look at her It was like three little girls dancing She's singing and dancing Performing it like some sort of ritual No-one ever knew What goes around in her head When she's looking at you As a little child she knew no sorrow Her friends inside were just nice to play with Then she became older And things started to change The peace inside was broken She's asking herself Why didn't anyone like her "you're a bitch, Sam, look at you, you're disgusting" "no, you're not, Sam, think positive, everything will be just fine" These voices inside make her so tired Sweet Cinderella can't take no blood So when the knife starts cutting through her wrist Cinderella fainted And dark Charlotte grabs her chance To manipulate, and force herself into this girl's mind "Sam, look in the mirror, what do you see? You're disgusting, you'll never be pretty" She starts to cry, and she smashes her head into the mirror Her face starts to bleed, and she cried, ohw, she cried Oceans of tears Her arm cut up, bleeding so bad With some rags wrapped around her wrist She's lying awake in her bed, in pain Her deep eyes speak confusion Is there a place where she really belongs And when will she be left alone When will she find her peace There are too much thougts inside her head She's always running, it makes her so tired "Oh my god, Sam. What did she made you do?! Please tell me this isn't true" -Shut up, you, go away! "Sam, I'm here to help you!" -NO! ,she screams -Get out...GET OUT!! And it's quiet again.. Another day, missed out on school "I don't feel so good" And she's so tired She sits in the desolation of the fields Dancing again, like she did long ago "Sam, can you think of a reason why you're alive?" - Uhhh.. "I thought so, think about it, you're ugly, no-one likes you, you're a freak!" - Do you think so? "No! Sam, you can't think that, it's a bad thougt!" These elevated conversations Pull together to one teardrop Big enough to fill her eyes with pain The misery and blood fill the sink And she carefully touches the scars upon her wrist Somehow she could see somekind of beauty in it The art of pain Her eyes can't see no more She opens the glittered box she hides under her bed She closed her eyes and aimed the gun right at her head "No! Don't do it!" "Yeah, that's right, you ain't got shit to live for anyway!" and she swallows her fear.. "Come on! Pull the trigger!" "No, don't shoot! It's not too late!" SHUT UP!! Her head is filled with led now She hits the floor Which is now covered with her sadness The demons fly out of her head They explode and cover the sky with stars for her She's finally free I wish her well, and I see her fly Up into the sky On the other side of the mirror... ----------------------------------------------- hmm.. btje te lang mesgien.. Laatst gewijzigd op 14-05-2002 om 00:15. 
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13-05-2002, 20:54
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klote, dis klote.. de rillingen lopen gwoon over me rug...
hmm sam, alstur iets is he, je kan 't altijd zegge, k?  egt super mooj geschreven, heel pakkend, en totaal niet erg dat het zo lang is.. *zucht* *kuzz*
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..'cause we all get tired. I mean eventually there is nothing left to do but sleep.
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13-05-2002, 20:59
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mjah.. had vage bui ossow..
mjah, bedankt  *knuf* (msn viel weer uit :/)
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13-05-2002, 21:00
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*wow* zoiets had ik denk ik owk wel kunnen schrijven....
toppie meid hijz mooi
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Sorry, Was I screaming again?
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13-05-2002, 21:05
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niet te lang
bij lange na niet ook niet slecht bij lange na niet!!
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13-05-2002, 21:13
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dankuwel allemaal
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13-05-2002, 22:14
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Zeer mooi...
Even mooi als pijnlijk... *knuffel*
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groovie ghoulies are go!
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13-05-2002, 23:03
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*knuf* wow, wat veel reacties 
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14-05-2002, 17:54
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up...
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14-05-2002, 18:30
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lijkt wel of het uit een boek komt..
ik vindt het prachtig up up up
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** (w) Sometimes the very thing you`re Looking for, Is the one Thing you can`t see (w) **Debbie** Melisa**Breggie**Lars**Mars**
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14-05-2002, 18:55
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14-05-2002, 22:49
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maar mag ik vragen of je het zelf het verzonnen of naar aanleiding van? of uit een boek? liefs Norena up up
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** (w) Sometimes the very thing you`re Looking for, Is the one Thing you can`t see (w) **Debbie** Melisa**Breggie**Lars**Mars**
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15-05-2002, 08:13
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Prachtig taalgebruik jongedame, pet af
Wat voor mij ontbreekt, dus een kwestie van persoonlijke smaak, is de toegankelijkheid van het gedicht ik moest zoeken naar een ritme, en af en toe vond ik het zelfs niet Daarintegen vind ik het gebuik van gedachtes afgewisseld met strofes wel heel origineel, en het pakt goed uit :-)
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15-05-2002, 09:31
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zow, ik vind hem echt supermooi! de loop van het beschrijven van een heel leven, waarbij niet alle gegevens zijn gegeven zodat je kan blijven denken aan waar het over gaat.
heel erg goed!
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Er was 1 man voor nodig om 350 miljoen mensen te bevrijden. Zijn doel was vrijheid, zijn strategie was vrede en zijn wapen zijn menselijkheid. Gandhi
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15-05-2002, 11:57
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Christel ende Ulfheidin, danku is ook nie echt een ritme, tis meer een verhaal ossow 
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15-05-2002, 12:37
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vindt uhm mooi..nogmaals..
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** (w) Sometimes the very thing you`re Looking for, Is the one Thing you can`t see (w) **Debbie** Melisa**Breggie**Lars**Mars**
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