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Sorry, I mourn today only ... The stabbing

Today I just want to mourn. I have no desire for anything, because I have nothing, because you you everything and you're by my side. I want to change many things and that everything remains the same. I know I can change them, but I do not. I do not know why. It is impossible. Other I can not move and it hurts when I try to stretch too. I take all the garbage around me and smell her away. I grab her hand and bring me. I'm not where I belong, I'm not where I want, I'm with whom I want to be, I'm not how I want to be. And all that hurts me.
I ask too much, but everything is within reach of my hand. Everyone tells me where to go, but few people actually hold my hand to accompany me.
You are my middle and my end. My happiness. You are everything to me, but today, instead of smiling with her eyes in the last 7 months now, I only mourn. It's not you, you know and I know, but I'm apathetic and that hurts. It hurts. Sorry.

I love you.

Air Bumps On Sand Rail

I stab the mirror, see how it is breaking from the center until it is completely covered with strange lines that run around like rivers on maps. Then watch as she cries, how my image is part of a thousand and falls violently on the ground. I want to feel how piece by piece, that whole world disappears, there's nothing left behind the mirror.

Raise your fist and blood flowed from me as prisoners escape from jail in an open day. Remove lips with tiny crystals that have been embedded in my flesh and let the drops flow in the hand until they finish on the floor, mixing with my tears.

red eyes watch me from the long dark hair that covers my whole face reflected in the world that lies at my feet.

Still, white, naked. With feelings between hate, resentment, fear, cold, anxiety. I feel violent. Scars run through my wrists and cradled my eyes dark circles albinos. I do not speak, even I open my mouth. Press hard the wheels, I think at some point they will explode.

I stab the mirror.

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miss ... Worlds

flooding is that feeling when you're within four walls, dark and a certain song playing in the background. The head is not there, is to him. That
feels empty inside that lets you play echo.
uncontrollable desire to mourn Those who feel when you see a photo.
That look lost in the letters of the notes while you're trying to study. These cravings
the days go by like shooting stars on a summer night. That

know the other person feels the same. These
you want to rumble for hours in the room. That
wake up and feel the cold bed.
No kisses, no caresses.
no eyes bright.
No smiles.

Go to bed eyes closed not to see that you are alone.
sleeping This attempt falters between the hole that it feel to know that tomorrow will open your eyes and he be there. Both


miss you ...
... finally open my eyes and see you.

casting.
less ~ or ~ unless someone or something.
1. (From port. achar least find less). frs. caution, noting its lack.
2. frs. Having feeling and sorrow for his fault.