mia_lefay @ 2006-09-01T23: 55:00
Sometimes there comes a time when you get older
suddenly without wrinkles on the forehead
but wanting to die
walking the streets all have the same color
'm missing something done
not know if
will love me awake at nights
between
confusion is such melancholy
is killing me I feel like I'm going crazy
and immerse myself in alcohol
the stars at night have lost its luster
I searched the desert land
pain and I find no more response than mirages of illusion
spoken with the mountains of
despair and his answer was just
the dull echo of my voice
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