How can somebody that perfect give birth to somebody that stupid, ugly and wrong like me?
Always told that she was perfect.
But I don't believe it.
But I am not her!
I am her child and no clone of her.
So why can I be so wrong
It must be a speciality from me to do everything wrong and the few things which are right are not counted...
I am sorry, that I am not a better you!
That I am not you.
And I wish I would have met you at least one time after, or remember the time I know you....
I kind of miss you
YOU ARE READING
Gedankenbuch
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