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Sadness. Forgive my unrelenting sadness.



Am I really this wrecked up?

This damaged?


Oh, gods, what has she turned me into.



Into some kind of beast. Some kind of strange walking dog.

So afraid.


So afraid to leave her shade. To leave the comfort of her, my pain.


So afraid of acting, feeling, demostrating.



I'm scared of myself. What can I do, to overcome this hole?


Can I do you?


Can you do me?

Is it that simple?

Simpleness, such a complicated argument.



Hate me, because I write in foreign languagues.


Love me, because I speak without chains.


Ignore me, because I think in unspoken tongues.





No me arrepiento de nada.

Texto agregado el 16-03-2013, y leído por 62 visitantes. (1 voto)


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16-03-2013 Esta es la lengua de Shakespeare ¿Por qué no escribir en dicho idioma? ¡Excelente! You are a brave writer. Congratulations! Carlospendragon
 
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