"Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy."
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AU MILIEU DE L’HIVER, J’AI TROUVÉ QU’IL Y AVAIT, EN MOI, UN ÉTÉ INVINCIBLE. ET CELA ME REND HEUREUX. CAR IL EST DIT QUE PEU IMPORTE À QUEL POINT LE MONDE POUSSE CONTRE MOI, EN MOI, IL Y A QUELQUE CHOSE DE PLUS FORT. QUELQUE CHOSE DE MIEUX, POUSSANT DROIT DE RETOUR. |
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Extreme Ways.
sreda, 27. junij 2012, 09:55
They held me down every night, I didn't have much to say. I didn't give up the life. I closed my eyes and closed myself and closed my world and never opened up to anything that could get me at all. I had to close down everything, I had to close down my mind. Too many things could cut me, too much could make me blind. I've seen so much in so many places, so many heartaches, so many faces, so many dirty things. You couldn't even believe. I broke everything new again, everything that I'd owned. Extreme ways I know will part the colours of my sea. The perfect coloured sea I can't breathe.
nedelja, 10. junij 2012, 09:35
We're all stars, patterns of circles around the nature, substitute the journey with our unintended laughter. Detached from society, reality kills and I should close all the windows while my sanity builds. I'm swimming, but I don't feel the water all around me all I hear is waves, crashing and pounding. I'm drowning, slowly I'm sinking into the future. The cracks of aluminium shade above my window, I still feel your presence and smell it upon my pillow. Every moment closer brings another empty memory. Life is not a lesson if you never let it teach one, been skipping class for so long that we don't feel we need one. Lust trapped around us and we feel it trying to break us, we feel it as it takes to our decisions trying to pray us. To break up, pause button in our relationship, to hold up, maybe I'll be back, but wouldn't wait for it. It breaks my heart and every single thing I'm trying to maintain. But it's the same things breaking me down, making me step up - the same scenes raced in this town that makes me fed up. It hurts, and honestly I have to let you know this and I don't give a damn if people laugh at me for showing it, it's real. It's a part of me that's part of you. It's a part of our surroundings and everything we do. It's love. So I get it, cross the distances to your happiness. Find the things you need, but never let them block the path you skip. I'll never forget you, I know you'll never forget me. I guess its true, the things you love most you got to set free /\
nedelja, 3. junij 2012, 09:08
Problem je, da delava problem iz problema. Loviva napačne konce rdeče niti, ki sploh ni namenjena nama in ubijava razsodnost z vsakim dotikom. |
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