Words words
Words Words ... words ... words ... words ... words ... words just words, words between us.
do not know why I chose Mina, maybe because I took.
Eventually my choices are just empty words that gingillano.Gongoliamoci \u0026lt;\u0026lt;
I say one thing and end up doing another. Convinced me of one thing and I find myself doubting my own statements.
Ah, what has troubled my mind despite the youthfulness of my corpo.Mi seems to be alive a hundred years. And honestly after hundred years I'm tired ... tired to face the storm and take refuge in coves corrose.Credo fragile and that a sulfuric acid flema I create less noise for another departure from ports unknown.
Words words words ...
Words are really my only love? Just love the dry sheets of paper? The smell of ink ... I wonder if I could love more human scent ... maybe just her. I miss
manca.Mi lei.La its beauty and transparency of its virtù.La most perfect creature ever dropped on terra.Capite?'m Still in total adoration for you
Words words words ...
God .. I would like to be illiterate. They are highly
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monica Roccaforte (online
Becoming
stove.
stove does not understand a shit about any of this " become " I circonda.Appena arrive at a conclusion, that's all changed again, upside down, distorted and I have to start over with my silent reasoning. understand half of what there is to know and understand less than half of what I understand .
spent days, months, years and yet I do not get to be what vorrei.Mi torment too with adult issues, believing that to be quite ready to understand and front of the wall appears in front of me that I am aware of my tiny existence.
"My" world is but a fraction of one billionth of one billionth realtà.Sembra almost impossible that something so dear to me and I have endless boundaries so small compared to all makes ... insanity.
fact, I think the insanity is the only way to realize their own littleness and accept what comes before you without the need to understand ...
not know if this is live ... I do not need to know.
stove.
stove does not understand a shit about any of this " become " I circonda.Appena arrive at a conclusion, that's all changed again, upside down, distorted and I have to start over with my silent reasoning. understand half of what there is to know and understand less than half of what I understand .
spent days, months, years and yet I do not get to be what vorrei.Mi torment too with adult issues, believing that to be quite ready to understand and front of the wall appears in front of me that I am aware of my tiny existence.
"My" world is but a fraction of one billionth of one billionth realtà.Sembra almost impossible that something so dear to me and I have endless boundaries so small compared to all makes ... insanity.
fact, I think the insanity is the only way to realize their own littleness and accept what comes before you without the need to understand ...
not know if this is live ... I do not need to know.
Pain Near Kidney Left Side After Sleeping
oroka_na @ 2010-03-23T18: 20:00
compassione.Soggetta Subject to my own self-analysis that does not admit to my weaknesses and my repugnant "to be" attuale.Soggetta a world that can do everything and I do not know niente.Soggetta to torment me get by in the storm of my mind too often to find a port sicuro.Cerco to arrive at the truth, but every step forward stretches the way, instead accorciarla.Continuamente of smear to a candle, thinking it incessantly and I fuoco.Continuamente a self-inflicted my sentence with no hope pietà.E constantly in my human capacity to hope and dream ... realizing that the human remains in me poco.Gli well past loves, passions are ghosts and shadows ... try not to let me alone, and secretly still love what fu.Non want to deprive myself, because I'm the only certainty rimasta.Nel future I see nothing that jumps into the void, and the fear of finding a bottomless pit is the most painful and excruciating experience in ricordi.Mi cling to them as they were the only lifeline, knowing in my heart my grave errore.La its beauty, its majesty and elevation are my goddesses ... while its heat and its movements of the soul is the fire and the hair shirt of my anima.Ogni shred, in lowercase, it is ; wrapped and soaked from the heat of the fire that burns inside me, and secretly hope for a death lenta.Perchè love is inseparable of pain, such as choke and burn slowly ... feeling that every part of you dies plan plan ... and hope that continui.L 'for pain love is the movement of my becoming interior.
I bow to my pity, are at the mercy of myself. The Inquisition
valuterà.Non I know that I will have to be condemned, but it certainly will be more acceptable than mild and that my soul is suffering.
compassione.Soggetta Subject to my own self-analysis that does not admit to my weaknesses and my repugnant "to be" attuale.Soggetta a world that can do everything and I do not know niente.Soggetta to torment me get by in the storm of my mind too often to find a port sicuro.Cerco to arrive at the truth, but every step forward stretches the way, instead accorciarla.Continuamente of smear to a candle, thinking it incessantly and I fuoco.Continuamente a self-inflicted my sentence with no hope pietà.E constantly in my human capacity to hope and dream ... realizing that the human remains in me poco.Gli well past loves, passions are ghosts and shadows ... try not to let me alone, and secretly still love what fu.Non want to deprive myself, because I'm the only certainty rimasta.Nel future I see nothing that jumps into the void, and the fear of finding a bottomless pit is the most painful and excruciating experience in ricordi.Mi cling to them as they were the only lifeline, knowing in my heart my grave errore.La its beauty, its majesty and elevation are my goddesses ... while its heat and its movements of the soul is the fire and the hair shirt of my anima.Ogni shred, in lowercase, it is ; wrapped and soaked from the heat of the fire that burns inside me, and secretly hope for a death lenta.Perchè love is inseparable of pain, such as choke and burn slowly ... feeling that every part of you dies plan plan ... and hope that continui.L 'for pain love is the movement of my becoming interior.
I bow to my pity, are at the mercy of myself. The Inquisition
valuterà.Non I know that I will have to be condemned, but it certainly will be more acceptable than mild and that my soul is suffering.
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