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cold rain on my body.... |
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geschrieben am: 30.03.2000 um 17:36 Uhr
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| cold raindrops fall from ther grey sky....maybe cried by the dead..maybe by the living...the raindrops fall on a cold window on a cold grey house...i see them hidden in my bed in my dark cold room...i remember some important persons in my life...i light up a black candle and look around...i turn on the radio and i listen to the music...music full of sadnes..full of pain..i like this music...i feel with the musik...i think of the important persons again...i want to talk to one of them...in the gleaming light of the candle i search the phone...i call the first number i find on the piece of paper...i call...i wait...not answering...i try another number...i hear a voice..."iŽm sorry, sheŽs not at home.."...i dial another number...now a known voice..telling me:"...asleep..."..i give up...i stare into the candle...watch the tiny flame dancing in my breath....i blow out the flame and let the darkness in my room..again....i think of the persons iŽve tried to call...they have got their own problems...i donŽt want to load my problems on them, too....i go on watching the rain falling on the window...i open the window next to my bed...i watch outside...the wind makes the rain falling on my bed...i put my hand out of the window...feeling the cold wet rain on the skin is a strange feeling...i want to feel the cold rain all over my body..so i take away the blanket and lay down...my bed is already wet...it feels strange..strange but great...finally i fall asleep...i dream a strange dream...i dream of a warm place..full of life..full of warm hearted people...then...something happens...a cruel act of ignorance and heartlessnes..realizing that i see the blue shyning sky turns grey, too..the coldness of my life catches me even in this dream world..i think of the victim..i think of the important persons in my life...never seen...so far away...but always in my mind...always there...always by my side...they are my main reason for living...maybe the only.... |
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geschrieben am: 01.04.2000 um 10:43 Uhr
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hey möbi...
ich habe es gelesen..GANZ, wort für Wort, ohne auch nur ein bisschen zu überfliegen..
ich wllte dir nur sagen...
du kannst mich immer anrufen, ab 9 uhr bin ich meistens im internet, aber du kannst mir mailen (meine mailbox wird seeehr gründlich kontrolliert)..nun..nur so nebenbei..
es wäre schadewenn gerade DU niemanden zum zuhören hättest..zu dir können ja schliesslich immer alle kommen, und ich möchte gerne wisse, wie oft ich dich mit meinem Scheiss zugedröhnt hab..
ganzganzviele liebe grüsse
fühl dich geknuddelt
von deiner
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