I know well that it is more worthwhile to keep shooting a bullet of regret and pain every day. I know I'm pathetic to the point that I left before I throw away.
I have to leave it behind, after six months I have to. I need to say thirty-seven times that I beat him and so long and I'm stubborn. But hey, now, is high time that I pull over the evening crying (oh! That was only a Diaye I already paint it all).
buf ... is that I can, bastard! P or something you chose before u__u
Yesterday I lay awake thinking of you.
Your eyes become black and light, cold
when your hands touch me, your lips sigh
my sunset. When you sleep by closing
doors,
run after my dream inert.
When I tremble, faint sweet spots
your yesterday incongruous.
If my hands a few letters, a handful of love
undecided;
in your mouth a couple of sentences foolish weeping
daggers in your big mistake.
have me between tabs, almost your flash
darker. While the gap
look in my eyes, shun
from my suffering,
leave me without a hint of encouragement.
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