Tanker jeg gjør meg om bøker jeg har lest, folk jeg har møtt, livet jeg har levd.
Wovon man nicht reden kann, darüber muss man schreiben.
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søndag 31. mars 2013
Coming up for air
Coming up for air
The pain in my chest is worsening I’m craving for oxygen Thinking that no one can hear me leaves shivers of panic and dread Sometimes still waiting and hoping, sometimes giving in to despair It is hard to picture one breaking the surface when you're stuck and getting nowhere.
I can see your boats from down under like scattered toys in a sunny pool I find it hard to belive I'll ever join you, and that your shiny world is for me too. I grope and stumble in darkness dragged down by thoughts and fears oh brothers leave me a rope to cling to I’m coming up for air
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