(a track that leads nowhere)
gush from his eyes again, and was that lurk behind so much here, just below the eyelids, leading to the optic nerves to contain the liquid occasional spasms of pain.
begin to flow slowly pronouncing the words for a long time hiding in painful thoughts are not fully formulated, so well hidden emotions and fears transgenic transferred.
fall, while I realize the way of my eyes. Down while I say I love you and no answer. Down verbatim because I love getting punched in the stomach.
falling because if I'm wrong was just trying to do my best. If I'm wrong because I loved it too. I was wrong for a pseudoaltruismo miscalculated. And they continue to fall.
falling because I realize that who has hurt and stabbed in the back end has what it deserves. Indeed. Who killed, betrayed, used has not demonstrated that its superiority. It 's the law of the jungle. It 'the law of the asshole.
And of course, not me.
neither strong nor asshole.
continue to fall because the person who won laughs. Who won bares its teeth. Who won does not know anything. Who won is taken around the world. Who won does not look behind. Who won often pretends. Who won thinks he knows, but knows nothing. When you open your ears something unexpected happens. When you open your eyes will be too late, and will see my fist coming.
and continue to decline as I speak, and continue when the sentence is about to end. Continue to fall when you do not get answered. Continue to fall, when I listen. And it is worse than before, because what I am told it does not show any sign of piety. E 'worse than before, because the coldness I feel and I feel that is the tip of a massive iceberg. Finally, stop off, for my part in self-defense function.
Maybe if it were more often out I could use to better understand my emotions. Maybe if I wept a little 'more to demonstrate the love I have inside, you would see the pain inside me. Maybe if I wept a little 'more I'd understand how it feels.
Maybe if I could not try to stem break free completely, maybe all this pain would go away. Maybe I would not care anymore. Perhaps I could turn his eyes upwards, move the bangs look better and the sky a bit 'cloudy but well polished. But so are
. And only at times when I can touch the bottom to explode in this way. In the rest of the time, even if I'm wrong, but not breath, I seem to always balanced, looks solid, capable. Not so. It is with tears that I show my health. When they get is exactly the time when it seems to me that there is no way out. Or is it when I see that I have it all wrong. Or when I feel completely lost. Mistreated. Beaten. Bleeding.
on air: silence.
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