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If you have love, you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.
# Gepost op zaterdag 28 maart 2009, 11u48

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I have no armour left.
You've stripped it from me.
Whatever is left of me
- whatever I am -
I'm yours.
# Gepost op zaterdag 28 maart 2009, 18u54

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Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains, within the sound of silence.
# Gepost op zaterdag 28 maart 2009, 11u36
Gewijzigd op zaterdag 28 maart 2009, 13u38

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We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call, no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

# Gepost op zaterdag 28 maart 2009, 11u20