I lost the hand
so much that I do not write here. centuries. in the meantime things have happened and I'm known people.
but in my heart, I curled up. a ball of ice, a ball of fire.
indignation. disappointment. anger. sadness. loneliness.
smile and laugh.
cry, cry.
I no longer have that expression, it seems I have lost the road.
gritted his teeth, I hear them squeak. I have touched me the serenity that you want.
So, this is what it spit out on a morning sun. Why your stomach hurts and my head spins and you're too far out of my reach.
But I still excited, guys. And that is what counts.
I hope to meet you, although you have neglected.
kiss kiss (bang bang)
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