| Amount of texts to »despair« | 16, and there are 16 texts (100.00%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 131 Characters |
| Average Rating | 2.938 points, 2 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Dec 15th 2000, 00:49:28 wrote sella about despair |
| Latest text | on Jun 1st 2008, 13:08:54 wrote karl keule about despair |
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(overall: 2) |
on Aug 4th 2005, 21:46:18 wrote
on Jun 1st 2008, 13:08:54 wrote |
I despair of despair – every time I think I've got rid of it, it attacks from another direction. They talk of joy in Heaven, but I reckon I won't even recognise it any more if I get there.
i was caught in despair till i saw that nobody but me could help me out of it
I got a one-way ticket on a high-speed train.
Don’t talk to me baby, I’m going insane.
Don’t bother me darling, don’t look at my face.
Let me go down the tracks to a better place.
There're a lot of people that I call friends.
I‘m stoned like hell and I wanna dance.
Look out of the window, it’s a pleasent view.
But leave me alone, I don’t care about you.
Hit the road now, honey, no need to stay
with a girl like me, who has lost her way.
I thought I loved you, but maybe I was wrong.
You think you love me, but you’re not that strong.
Can you feel the cold breath of despair upon you? The sarcastic wretch these words impair? The horde of truths you hide within? The simple days you never cared? The hopeless hours that you asked why? The countless nights the moon refused to shine? The burning distinction drawing a clear line? The love I send with these tormented lines? I case you care, I care. You need a reason to be here, then let that reason be me. No need to know me, just to feel my thoughts. Don't fall victim to despair. You are more than that, all things find purpose, love the time it gives you.
The death of hope. Pisses me off, I LIKED Hope. She was a nice gal.
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