I'm looking for an excuse to write to you.
Talking about death to exorcise,
just another way to wait.
You should have believed me.
How many hands push my body?
How many eyes will weep for the dead man I will be?
You should never be bored, never.
When I leave
maybe I too
will cry.
When you read
not I will be there,
I won't come back.
When I leave I will cry.
When you read this I won't be there, I won't come back.
The memories consume me,
while everyone smiles at me!< br/>Tissues decompose;
if it doesn't kill me, it makes me stronger!
You should never be bored, ever.
How cold I feel in this place,
unfortunately I had to hurry .
Tears freeze
on the ground, and I disperse my heat.
And the hours pass.

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