Feeling free The night is going to be dark and I´m feeling free For the first time I´m feeling fee like never before A few moments after, the demon in my heart starts to pound. He swipes my freedom. I hate him. He talks to me and says: It´s over. I kill you, if you cry! The voices is sounding in my head, in my soul I can´t get rid of it anymore It comes, it goes and when it goes, nothin´ stays Except the unbearable pain. I´m choking. No more air to breath. Over. End. I can´t stand it anymore...
Reason for writing:
Thoughts of the 19/05/1998
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