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Liliane

Liliane

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Pain radiates from my shoulders
As I am carrying the whole world
I imagine others hurting
Like it could ease my pain
But it won’t ever go away
There’s nothing I can do
It’s stuck on me
So I remain silent
And suffer without saying a word

Otras obras de Liliane...
Ephemeral

What a beautiful rose in my garden I look at her And I remember Only her Can keep my secrets forever
Origin

He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times
Ecstasy

Like two birds Flying around another Playing with fate They hesitate But they’ve wanted this
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Bad temper

The Lily of the Valley Blossoms beautifully Its fragance is light and fresh But poison runs through its veins, A dark side it surely hides
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Léthé

Here I was Entering Auschwitz A jet black raven above me Through the wind I could feel I could see
 3
At the crossroads

No direction No certainty Only questions I Wonder what will come next My thoughts are fidgeting all arou…
Lost

How many times Can I take no for an answer? Knowing you want me But are too afraid to love Disapointment
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 1
A magical night

It’s the darkest night I have ever witnessed The Moon reflects on the river In a luminescent wave Here I am
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Just a pinch of magic

A witch he thinks I am That a spell I’ve cast on him Through the delicous taste Of what I baked,
 1
Despair

Today I feel like i am falling of… only to meet the hard, cold floor of my bathroom I cry for help I scream silently
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 1
Awakening

Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted
Algea

Hidden in the dark Lies my heart Smashed Bleeding Tears rolling down my cheeks
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Intense gaze

When I look at his eyes I get a glimpse of his soul Bright, Only a gleam of sun makes them spa… Of a beautiful green,
A gift from Cupid

Nothing particular to this shirt, Juste an old piece of fabric One might say But to me it’s a rare and precious item
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Hurt

Tears rolling down my cheeks I am sad Tired, Of torturing my mind Wondering



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