Everything has changed and the only one thing that I thought It would make me glad of, It made me worse. I need you, at less you. Don't worry I've seen yet, you act as if you were 13. 'Cause I thought that we'd laugh about this ):
And sometimes the only one thing that seems to be okay is a book, and the the world falls over my feet telling me what I don't.
It's hard, you know. Everytime I feel so alone, no, just right now, and I think this might save me one day, when something worse happen, I'll figure it out on my own.
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I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?
Lovely
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