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21. Februar 2008
Harder now that’s over. You hold me. Hold my hand. But why can’t you hold me, like I want you to do. You’re mad. I am, too. This is our time, the end has come. Has come, earlier than I thought. You’re the pain in my heart. You’re the words in my head. Why can’t you just leave me. I would like to feel the feeling. That you haven’t ever existed. You know. It’s harder now. Now, it’s over.
