We spend a thousand things and put aside. The overlook to stay well.
And one day, one moment, one minute, one second ... It all goes to trash.
And all those things I was overlooking, you all together. There on the front, ahead of everything.
And not only that ... You realize you hold on too and now things can no longer be fixed.
And you do not have someone to turn over.
And you do not have a hand that holds you.
And you're alone ... And plotting against you.
I am very angry people. Very.
it is impossible not catharsis. I talk to all that breathes and still not feel well.
murderous rage.
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