It 's very late tonight. But I wanted to give me a little 'time, take a few minutes to carry out the tangled skein my head. And
summer fully. I have not even noticed his arrival in June is over so quickly, and I have enjoyed my month as it deserves. I understand
lately, affront, evolve. I realized that my inner involuntary muscle had stopped beating for a while ', clinging with its heavy claws on that mass which is a few inches higher. He had ceased to beat, hit, beaten, squeezed by the same hands that give life, forgotten, ridiculed, raped. He started to beat
innocently, slowly, panting, frightened. But now I really do not know where to hold on to. The support he has used so t
anto time now is unusable, so torn apart by injuries. Beat now incessantly, but it's stupid and rushed. Her eyes returned to a partial light are not yet used, and he tries to keep as soon as support is apparently stable. But perhaps there really is no such support, and fall back to earth. Will not step back, though. communication now becoming stone, and the white background on which it is a sterile gypsum board that absorbs what little he touches, does nothing but demean the desire.
look sound at times. But she has not ever come right.
And sometimes I hear sounds coming out of my mouth that had never been produced. New words, only feelings that go back the trachea and are transformed into vibration specifications. Just words. My words.
I try.
Appearance?
ponder.
Appearance. I flatter myself.
resist.
And then?
I need: * s 7, s * 6, * 4 and * 5 * 4, * 5 r, 5 f * c * 4, * 7 b, b * 6. Many things are important.
Please, I hope, I implore, I try, I wake up, smoke (too), name, appearance.
on air: "Tomorrow" Avril Lavigne
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