I do not like the routine, I'm afraid the fear and coffee. Loose cigarettes disgust me and give me beautiful people penalty when they cry. I'm embarrassed to be very skinny, I have everything to give. Distrust of life and of walking paths bother me, I do not want to pigeonhole anywhere.
Dream impossible dreams, I think unthinkable thoughts and gives me anxiety not to look. Realities inherent imagine, I am a subject transparent.
anguish I understand that there is not any, I like the way you act or you face informed. Sometimes I'm afraid you do not exist, you're another object of tremendous delirium or of a mind beyond repair. Incoherent dreams I have no friends and family.
"I ask that you exist and, but, that delirium is eternal. "
version of what Marshall wrote the Skalari Poyo
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