Raphael
Lece
"Lece bo zgubiłem się
Lece bo chcę
lece bo życie jest złe
czy są pieniądze czy nie
lece bo wolność to...
Słabe życie słaba śmierć
Wszystko w twoich rękach"
en vacker men seg film: Jacquou le croquant
"...som brister och faller
och drommen ar slut."
Lece bo chcę
lece bo życie jest złe
czy są pieniądze czy nie
lece bo wolność to...
Słabe życie słaba śmierć
Wszystko w twoich rękach"
en vacker men seg film: Jacquou le croquant
"...som brister och faller
och drommen ar slut."
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"maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
it's not easy facin up when your whole world is black"
it's not easy facin up when your whole world is black"
As if I am playing with fire.
What can one do? I can not hope anymore, for I know that what I wish for can never be. My mother is weak, she allows him to treat her in the most respectless ways...If anything is going to change I have to do everything to convince her. She knows for sure, deep down that I am right. What she longs for, a united family in which everyone is happy, will forever be what it is: a dream. It feels like it is my responisibility for what will happend next. My influence on my mom is remarkable, if I say; you should do this and that, she'd easily do so. I am a pshychologist, a family therapeutist and a marriage consoler in one. At least that is what it feels like.
I know that my parents can't be happy together, so I have to do what I can to seperate them. I am scared...what unexpected consequences could a divorce bring? What if I am wrong?
Sometimes, dark thoughts consume my mind. If my own father doesn't love me, who will?
All you that have parents happily living together, I envy you.
I don't want to sound like a whiny, spoiled kid, and I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Just think.
"Hon springer mot trygghet och varme, for det som ar ritkigt och sant."
I know that my parents can't be happy together, so I have to do what I can to seperate them. I am scared...what unexpected consequences could a divorce bring? What if I am wrong?
Sometimes, dark thoughts consume my mind. If my own father doesn't love me, who will?
All you that have parents happily living together, I envy you.
I don't want to sound like a whiny, spoiled kid, and I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Just think.
"Hon springer mot trygghet och varme, for det som ar ritkigt och sant."
