The End.

  



      My life is a lie
      or maybe is a well hidden 
truth.
      I want something strange
      to fill up my life 
suddenly.
      Maybe that could be an unconditional love
      or just a little more 
courage.
     
       The dark night comes again.
       I must find an answer.
       But I do not know what I have to do.
       To find the truth.
      
        Every end is a new beginning.
        They say.
        But what happens when the end,
        ends you?
        What happens,
        when the beginning is going to
        kill you?

         The End.

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  1. Unknown23 January 2015 at 04:08

    It's really beautiful Constantin! It has a really deep meaning and many thoughts hidden behind every word! :)

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  2. Unknown23 January 2015 at 06:24

    thank you very much Evita!!!!i am glad that you liked it!! :) ;)

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