Everythingīs so delicate... Strangely beautiful, strangely unknown There's nobody to batter when you are yourself, no more, yourself... A happy/unhappy life In my place, in my place... Some people cry and some people die If I were you...blablabla... Yes, but you arenīt so shut up! Thisīs my home and I donīt like the light. Sit down and start digging for your soul. Look around and enjoy with everything. Slowly and quietly... Sometimes love doesn't solve you. Thatīs because you always need a mirror Kill me before you die, kill me please. In due course... everything disappears, even Colors
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