Montag, 17. März 2014
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In this letter is a picture, which got taken when I cried,
I just want you to know that I miss you every time

I make coffe in the morning, I turn on the radio,
I think of you in the morning, when I'm supposed to go

I look out of the window, people say: She's gone again,
Well, if I could you know, I'd sat myself on a plain.

But you know it's not over, you mean too much to me,
Everytime I close my eyes, your face is what I see.

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Sonntag, 16. März 2014
A poem as a start (sorry for spelling mistakes)
Sometimes you gotta fall and feel the pain,
to see what you lose and what you gain.
Sometimes it has to hurt and break a wall,
We are meant to tumble and then to fall.

But what counts is the getting up,
Whether it's for life or love.
What counts is fighting on your own,
you will win and gain the throne.

And when I fall from this bridge
'cause you pushed me.
It won't hurt me at all,
I will learn to fly while I fall

There's no feeling when I see you,
There's just anger but no pain,
And when I understood what you do,
I also took it as a game.


B.

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