It's too late

It's stifling, humid
My soul can't breathe
My heart can't beat
It's too late

The fog has taken over
My mind, my brains
While a frost is
Running through my veins
It's too late.

In my heart, a flood
A downpour of grief
Even a thought of happiness
Cannot bring me any relief.
It's too late.

It's over.
It's done.
I'm done.
I'm fine.

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    wow ik had nog niet gezien dat je dit gedicht had geschreven
    echt mooit (: als je eens wilt praten
    weet dat dat altijd kan

    7 jaar geleden

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