Dear my friend I would like to know if you can answer this: when you lose a part of themselves and know that most probably you will never have back what can you do? Perhaps you will say nothing, but words can not describe the My state of mind. Maybe you're thinking that it happened something irretrievable. But no, however, the pain I feel is not always a figment of my imagination, the imagination passes reality, but I do not think this is the case. I'm pretty sure after reading these few lines, you will be immensely happy for me and you will have good reason from your point of view. Did not deserve this! Your injury (do not blame that in part), the cruelty of your words. Did not deserve the life that has not chosen! He just wanted love and you like many others you have not understood. Prejudice: cancer that atavistic part of each of us with some exceptions. A disease that kills not only those who suffered but also the perpetrators and those who do not realize to become a slave to the point of losing a sense of sincerity towards others. Prejudice blinds and distorts. Dazzle all and only casts shadows fading in our minds. At that point we're dead inside because we have nothing to say to those around us. The moralists have you fucking killed and each day I spotted the same crime over the years and the crime becomes a tragic holocaust of beautiful souls. Have a single fault: they look different from you simply because you do not accept diversity: fucking conformist. We fill the mouth of stereotypes, clichés stale: already old when they were not even born yet. You have killed me with her, and now I do not tell me that it is good and just. Hypocrites of the cock now you will be happy to have won, but I believe that there are no losers when he dies or wins an emotion. Good night, this was what I wanted to tell you and leave you with a song: you know you always read between the lines so you see ... No one was with you but this is the end and this time I decided I really thank you for bringing me by the hand where they are now. Unfortunately I can not accept compromises or suffer.
"It was never easy, has never been away, what I wanted I got it ... at times I cried a little '. Let it be a fairy tale, if I believe that my words are only noise. Life is beautiful and unique, you have to recognize that it is not enough to just breathe ... invents it every day ... There's no hurry more distance there is only desire was never suffered, has never been easy even love is a train to wait if it arrives at the end of heart! PLEASE, PLEASE, and starting a no, and I choose you pray, you should do the same Time passes and judge what you did and you do ... I pray, I pray you should do it too ... please do not try it because you do not never once has never been easy what I want I got it at times I cried, you know ... please, no ... a starting point and was never once " © Biagio Antonacci - It was never just
