What's wrong?
There is turned off and I feel empty, tired and embarrassed, disappointed, but also very angry, but only when I find the quiet I understand that I also instill the error of my own. Do not ask
why, but you are only listening. This
helpless children play with soap bubbles and break all always, as it is a bit off the head off her favorite doll, they never do it on purpose, but only by accident, by inadvertence.
Because sometimes they run their hands to their cocks, do not respond to basic commands of the brain, but only heard a whistle and then tearing, scratching and beat.
You know I do not know, but it is very bad right there in the middle.
Almost like getting a bullet in the head.
There are wings that take us away from here, there is hope that it will change us, because nobody ever changes, we are all equal in front of her.
And I tell you that remained the same, only this has changed my way I have, how to never open your eyes on the essentials, but beautiful and terrible, terrible, why do not you know never to be hurt until you finish the blood, beautiful because you can take everything, collect everything in your head and your heart, everything that makes you feel alive when the years are to reap their true justice.
I fell in love I can, but then crash all, there are times when I wake up and when I open my eyes I see it smashed at the foot of the bed.
There are moments when I try too much and the wrong people and I wake up in between the sheets to the poison, he thinks, if I turn to look at who is on the other part, I only see a mask that I like a lot but that is fintissima, the baroque and grotesque.
Maybe it's because I can not walk standing still but I just try to crawl, or maybe because I would finally sit down, do not you say.
But shit, I should really stop dreaming, even though it hurts to lose all hope, even though it hurts to lose thrust.
If you really lose that momentum, the one that makes me laugh even when the time is right, even when I hear a rump too bitter, it will mean that they are turned off and that the brain does not work with the thoughts, but only with the vulgar impulses electric, and my heart leaps just because there is too much oxygen in the blood, and that those memories are nothing but impressed in the memory of odors instinctive.
shit how much it hurts.
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