if only i could address you with what i do.. but i can't. n' i would never confess too. n' somethin' that i've accepted so firmly.. we don't exist.. neither of us.. n' that's the truth. ours is a floatin' relationship... apparently it seems it's goin' somewhere... but actually it's not. it's just like a bubble in an ocean. n' bubbles are just meant to burst.. that too very soon.
pessimisticly yours,
....
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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