This is a nervous post.
Of those who write their fingers when they click on the buttons themselves innocent.
This is a post dedicated to a change of course slow and painful but it had the right conclusion.
dilate the pupils and I find myself disenchanted in front of silhouettes that have long passed the intense light - a light that today I no longer see. Remain the shadows of time consumed slowly in a self-destructive need to feel tied to hopes. Blunders of cotton that were supposed to break on the first pull on the cliff, but instead held up the game with a wicked man who loves to play with your instincts, with its infinite capacity to experience pain in a dark room lit only by that narrow evanescent dream.
The self-destruction is not a timing device, there is a button that can stop it. Once started, self-destruction slips slowly through your bones rubandoti an inch of life at a time. Start at your footsteps, tie the laces of your shoes with a knot that allows you to move. So the social life goes to hell leaving only phones that use the waves in the worst possible way: ask for help, secrete acid and false words that do nothing but make you unbearable to the ears of those who seek (as possible) to neutralize the evil mechanism that keeps you in check.
to sleep Then it disappears and reappears when it should not, it feeds the dark for you to stay awake, it clears your biorhythm with an unsolvable bug. Finally the self-destruction invades your dreams, especially those with open eyes - because when you sleep you do because you're exhausted - and when there is no room for the six combined mental waste.
The daydreams are cruel because they remember them, you can not wake up, because you already are. You can eat your stomach and let the juices to circulate the arteries the blood burns down.
I came down, I was at 12 months in the ground. There are few things that made me breathe them in the house, the sea, Tarulli, cinema.
I dug with bare hands until the plaque that I had built himself. Once I reached the ground floor, I took all the anger inside me and I started to cry, to break up the marble slab engraved with my name.
Today, states the total annihilation of the device that was making me die. Today, the scars remind me that a moment of happiness is not worth a year of hell. Today I look at those simple shapes and find the human being with flaws that my sentimental blindness prevented me from seeing.
I do value and raise the bar of my claims, because they lost the last game I knew I gave everything without anything in return (if not small moments of intense happiness). Why do I deserve to be paid, he had a gift in the morning calm, safe place where I do not really have to flee at the first hint of dawn. Why can not you play games where you have only one life to use as a place where only you do not have a safer road to travel. Can not you just be the sucker at the end is completely naked waiting for a day that never comes. And I swear I will never (and I do not have a fucking plan to wait).
I do not know how to be selfish like you, like many. I am honest, I do not hide anything. I do not tremble when I try something. I risk at the cost of losing the skin. But not worth the trouble today ... and not because he lost hope, but because I have found, but do not concern you.
I'm the bullet in the gun. Started running again, scored, redesigned, rebuilt with black wings and mantle.
the night and the day is mine too. It's a brand new day ... and fuck.
Sorry, but the place is no longer reserved
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