Flowers killed by the ocean mist
Weed to cocaine – a red district fever
A lifelong dream about nothing

What happens when roses rise,
when children dies?

Remember the times you laughed.
Forget the times you hated.

Remember the times you enjoyed.
Forget the times you disapproved.

Remember the highs.
Forget the lows.

But most of all, don’t.

Friends are here forever.
To talk, to laugh.
They are here, forever and ever.

Family, my mother, brother and father.
They understand, the only ones who know.

You don’t know how hard it is.
My brothers, forever and ever.

1983-07-17 . 2002-03-05

I love you both.

It wasn’t you, right?
I am the only one to blame in this innocent matter.
Doing the wrong thing,
saying things you didn’t want to hear.

The blame is all on me.

Sorry for not being what you want me to be.

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Who are you, haunting my mind?
Why don’t you care, killing my soul?

If you could heal the world, heal my heart.
My mind is humbled,
overwhelmed with condescending words.

You took an innocent little girl,
turned her in to ruminative soul.

Thank you, mystery man.

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It was all so long ago. Working, serving, giving.
Long hair, beautiful skin.
A white trash chick getting tip.

Now an esthetic girl wanting life to give her acting.
A peaceful mind knowing what is right and wrong.
Doing everything, anything, for her passion.

Happiness, something that came just  this day.
Joy, something that came the other day.

Laughing about mistakes, killing the dream.

No longer starstruck, no longer dependent.
A reason for leaving, one stronger to stay.

Hello tomorrow.

Sleepless nights, thinking about what went wrong.
There is hope to this sad story, with one standing strong.

How could you do what you did?
I could compare you to a monster, but that is almost to kind.

You, you are atrocious.

The knife you held in your hand stabbing my heart,
over and over again.
Only that is to kind to say what it really felt like,
because it was all so excruciating.

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