Enough! Everything has a limit to this story I have to put an end ... groped, with great pain but I have to. I'm tired of you! Consciously lies, but you know, you're more sincere than I stories balls galore. I want to run away from you until have time to do so, on ... away where you can not see me. In any case I am certain that my condemnation for those who know what sin is heavy. Your shadow, even more blurred from my thoughts, will find my ever-present figure. I'll see you splattered on a billboard, up to look and make you dizzy or, more likely, yet at the same place, you find the absurd exist at the edge of a suburban street. Be very careful this time I'll stop ... I have to go on. I'll eat the sticky pitch that you stepped on for too long. I'll put my car at full speed ... We hope that you left behind, here is what I will do! Running ... run away, far away from you and your fanatical perversion to make my life impossible. You're right it is not all your fault: I put a lot of mine and now I run. Cowardly, I? No you're wrong, maybe crazy ... Once upon a time. Now my madness transforms, and transcends all boundaries accompanying me hand towards the tangible to the reality. Stop fantasies, gliding towards the well-known: just the unknown I just want the most explored to find my way ... "Run on my own just want to run ." Cry loudly. I take his head in his hands and try to stop it: if you love me as you say, please go away. Do not want you closer to me, fuck I told you I do not know how many times, that is not enough to cultivate a seed between your fingers to see it grow. Of course, I'm not the man you thought I was, and that is why I dispelled the still open gashes that leave me as a legacy. E 'inconceivable while I speak, my silence accompanying the certainty that there will be more or I'll scream for you. I'm spreading rapidly into a red cloud, far from here, where the music breaks you in and cigarettes do not cause damage only. What have you done? What will become of me? The question for now, I can not answer. But I think not worth this type of treatment: pain is not for me: the pain should be some! I feel like a Highlander of commiseration, of mental anarchy and perpetual alms. This made me, well done, "Ecce Homo . One week, you just needed a week. Far away, and east, hear voices out of tune a song idiot who inevitably will bring me the echo of your live shit. You had it all to me and you could still have a lot more if only I had the courage to say even once "you" instead of your monotonous "I do not know." Penetrating my body, you have destroyed my heart is torn the soul, leaving me alone with my silence, the same one that always made me afraid. Go away, I ask you again, I beg you ... I thought to be one among many, impressed in the canon of the normal stereotype. But no, you did it at the end.
"... and the memory of the memory that we suggested,
that in any case not later or before
tell you that I was not happy but I've never said
inside and screamed ... God is still .. "
I'll be back where they came from and the monotony prevaricherà my every stimulus but will not be alone anymore. Loneliness is an infinite evil ergo, I will always carry the memory of your years spent together. Finally I will have the company of an escaped desire but not lost and, above all, never hear your presence.
Freedom in the company of solitude, that's all secret. Paradox paradox: how bad loneliness, solitude for company.
The secret is to have the memories and know how to live, work and face. This will leave as little of all teaching staff.
a week to live forever do not forget that you exist ... and despite everything you'll fort, so that you can hear at least one more time: as a breath of wind that passes his hand through his hair.
past and I am me, to you now, just nothing.
One thought fuck now I neurons: the certainty that this story I told you could, if only I let myself go, never to end.
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