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Död
Finding old poems I have made a long time ago. It must have been something that helpt me through bad and good times when feelings wore to strong to handle.
Death
Dead a wonderful quiet rest.
Formerly mislead in the warm earth.
Not alone.
Together with all other souls.
I am not afraid of the dark.
Not afraid to say, I love you.
Here you can not hurt me.
Neither anyone else.
Death, rest forever.
Without being seen
Wish I was dead.
Död
Död en underbar tyst vila.
Förevigt villandes i den varma jorden.
Inte ensam.
Tillsammans med alla andra själar.
Jag är inte rädd för mörkret.
Inte rädd för att säga, jag älskar dig.
Här kan du inte göra mig illa.
Inte heller någon annan.
Död, vilandes för evigt.
Utan att synas
Önskar jag var död.
13/11-1995
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