I decided not to write ...
I'm taking a break as a form of therapy that only write to me easily when I was happy or when I was sad ... ... today I'm not
fell on the road at the hands of an unconscious person, a person who is not able to face meetings and going through life giving responsibilities that are theirs alone ... I fell into the hands of a person who has in his life the art of destruction, which has the most lovely eyes ever seen and the most tender caresses anyone to make sense. I fell for that I gave, I fell because I knew I might not receive ...
Perfect murderer, these are the words echo in here today. Dulce crime committed, no conscience, no thought, no reason ... just instinct. I decided to get away from that, I decided to fill with dust and forgotten memories. Peace and quiet words of the moment, it hurts me to write.
hope and smile what I call heart, annul any reaction at all, and any feelings, clear customs and idiotically what the world calls love. Destroyer of dreams! Disaster
memory resources and know, with pride over, I curse the day I told you so "..." is a charming that blows but does not forge a mortal, will be the only one who will receive "I said, No! , Answer me .... Cursed
unconscious, bloody murderer ... no maturity or wisdom, cowardly irrational ...
far in life I hope to find ... good luck to the next victim.
sorry I am that my instincts are basic and quite logical.
Total Thanks
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