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Inside me there's a wound
that keeps on, keeps on bleeding,
blood's invisible to eyes,
but it's so damn stinging.
I can't find a thread
to sew it to the end,
well, maybe there are things
impossible to mend.
But I got used to that wound,
and I got used to that feeling,
so why am I now crying
just because I'm bleeding?...
Post je objavljen 17.05.2007. u 00:54 sati.