Something about the faith

The doors

I let you go away
To let you come along
I let you to kill yourself
To be alone
I'm going through
My sins so proud
Being the owner of my soul

And then
I want to know
Are you still there
Behind my door?

And then I wish
To believe
That you are there still
But I'm afraid
You do not exist.

Poetry by anna3
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Written on 2005-08-26 at 15:54

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if the thought is there then existence is too for in the mind everything can be made to live :)

no one exists, really. it's all an illusion.

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faith and fears - i think we all gather those everyday of our lives. :)

i let you to kill yourself - i let you kill yourself