"I feel the loss but she does not care. That may be what she is looking after all. I certainly tired force. Everything is done and discards, we all know, but I thought that we would dispose of it so quickly. She releases my hand, I do not want more than the tips of her nails. She likes to hurt me mentally and physically, it amuses, and I am silent because I have nothing to say not to aggravate this situation even if offensive. I have often blue, sometimes I bleed, but "it" must be for good cause. When I look into your eyes, it's more that I see it, but the girl that hundreds of people cross the street without knowing. And when she looks at me ... in fact it does not even look at me more, she placed in the landscape in the background, yes, deep down behind the trees, in dark colors. In the same table, we see few other figures in the foreground. They are painted with care and thoroughness, it was applied to draw them into his world. And I'm just a squiggle there, deep down, buried.
But all that she does not care ... she does not care ... She cares. "
Mood: babebibobu.
RB: What Ever Happened - The Strokes.
Pic: Nina Hartmann .
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