"Sometimes, blindly in the darkness you see things clearer ..."
not remember who said this sentence. He was someone and something I do not know but that's because I do not know too much. I do not understand, nor want to understand anything. Today is my night, mine and my keyboard. At this moment I curse to the very god who created you, and today I am not esque of you, this is the night malnacientes traitors swearing, boasting of pain to give to people in the seats. I do not understand when or why, but do not need to know. A flashing doctrine contradicts the facts and not to count to get back smiles to the taunts. I'm angry, very cranky. Distances give me the words and never speak, because either I do not understand or do not listen. I have nopeople, I lost by his story of lies or try to hurt me. Once tested the blood of war, no one is scared to almost nothing. Everything has a reason and I know, only this time I refuse to listen. Have my forgiveness tomorrow, for sure. Each and every one of those who think killing verbs, will be spared but that will last the night. The dark tiniebliza lace and root weld the doors. Too dark to see someone, so much so that even thinking is clouded. If you want it this way gives a cry, but never break the damn mirror. Do not look between the necromancy a savior, the righteous is he who lost everything and no one remembers what it once was. Fingers wedged between the versatile languagesevil laughter. Everyone is responsible to tread your path and mine is among high boil. Not see it, does not mean you walk in the right place, it means that I believe my way. Routines, conclaves of riffraff, seen and unseen and nothing happens. Pigs of hypocrisy, smear the name of the people I met and lost hope I'll ever have, but I had for them. This is true. Today you are king of kings and after the dawn, are a prince without a kingdom. Then by default, early night and playful life. Just touch the frost, cold but the sun is eternal does not want to go out.
Again I say to myself:
- "I Will Survive ..."
Tomorrow is another day and thank God, prayer, laughter. White
Jocker
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