My Spoken snap clock struck my heartbeat! I should pull it up until dawn tomorrow! It would be good to hand over his clicking harassment to Someone who feels deeply with me that he exists; he keeps his waking breaths for me! It was as if the sun were rising like a bright honeymoon for us - the glowing Universe had sweated true pearls on us! Simultaneously divided in our molecules from the pound of blood-flesh Love!
 
I fall asleep now as if he were always with me and wrapped up with his angel wings when I was awakened by the disappointed minute that called for my new things! "Every missed vanity grinds a pounding throbbing in my heart: my nectar blood rushing sharply up like a knife whips it up like the ticking of Death in people!" Final countdown started with birth! Hesitant with poppies, dodderer uncertain revolving among you!
 
If I Dare to Do and Confess the Curse of the Present: I am a Coward and a Selfish if I am always worried! I could be a bolder and more reckless lion tamer; I'm afraid many people will just forget that I don't have to speak to me unnecessarily anymore: and the rule of Doom will whisper and ruin my initial career as a whispering, calculating drunkard! "Iron-barked diamond stars, with their celestial tears, ruin the sky glorious in the dark darkness!"
 
I've looked apart! In whom could I find the second half of my existence? My choice was shot and failed! I have given the treasures of my heart sincerely through anxiety and confidential Faithfulness! Instead of friends, the weedy, flattening Betrayal has settled into my everyday life!

selfish listening is even bigger and more murderous today than if I could share it with me! A larger, uninhabited continent is at war with me than anyone could understand! Curiously, however, I threw myself thirsty at hyena landscapes; they would have been called by the conciliatory smiles that sent me, the promises that could be kept — I would have put my trembling child's soul, trembling in my innocent tears, in the palm of My Beloved!
 
If he looks into the mirror of another seer - he offers him a teasing shadow! When someone sees me “on the other side” he only senses my chubby fur-crust: an emotional Marsian! My loneliness is also a rich relative of the waterfall of my falling Star Tears shining at night! What would I find and get to know? I'm autumn: my falling letters, if they don't pay attention, the wind often sweeps away…
 
I will be a limp bee on the silk veils of my sweetheart's heartbreaking petals. He will take care of my
 
pistils, I will close my eyes and I will know Dormant! His tired roe deer danced flirtatiously in star-glitter even with the yellow-glowing Moonbeam; I could feel its crater weight, even though it was millions of light-years away and it was curling over our heads at the frowning midnight! The redeeming Universe burned my skin like a flaming black flame: our common body trembled at a beat like a stretched bow and immortalized al
 
I wrote my vulnerable footprint in my heart and can I hope it takes care of it? - In the double darkness around us grows the rampant uncertain! We are both standing on the shore: Who can leave first ?!

Booming I would have to keep myself a valiant-noon for! If I could have Time and not settle on me every day a pregnant bustle of compliance constraints! - As falling rain, I was forced to fall back on myself many times! Soot falls from my face on twisting ropes: tears stuck in me soaked by chance! Between board shadows, I like lime!
 
Nirvana-Nothing is idle only I can be alone s Unfortunate: I cannot know the possible answers! Falling flower petals-Dear soaking-waiting in the rain: Can I find it ?! Many people just look through narrow gaps and can't see because they have been blinded by doubt to sincere receptivity! I know very well: My punishment has long been imposed!
 
There are more cumbersome times of the day trying people and who can give me support even if I am insecure about myself ?! Can there be a dear Angel beside me, who, with a ******-pure redemptive intent, shatters — from the pots of my soul — a new home as a common love nest ?! - I am anxious among the stinging weddings of belated smiles; when I had to cry among the lamentations of lost cramps I would also hang myself helpless unnoticed wounded-sensitivehardened into a deep cave
 
MySoul; Morality sets brittle and ruthless wolf traps in me, and everyone can be Suspicious if they don’t show the face of their True Person - but public, which everyone is used to! "What a noble task it becomes difficult to see the eternal Man in the other, lingering, piffler mouths!"

Remaininghajcsomóimra matted white ravens settled! Half of my balding carpet took away my nerve-racking
 
worries! Doubt: Do I always remain alone in the closing hours of my Sheath-Loneliness? Do I understand the shadow worms and grinning galactic jackals of Executioner times? I can barely open my Ikarus wings so that, hoping, I can still fall up into the flaming Love; stone-left debris Dream!
 
I would try to pay close attention to my heart drumming forever as it drums more and more with the killer-hands of heart attacks: how it explodes on its own in the invisible sound explosions of Being! "I count in my heart the proud noise of the marching lawsuits!" One or two, one or two! Keep up and adjust! ” "Who will be the dear Angel who even gives love to himself in this world with his own heart?" Who will comfort the one-Child in me?
 
I turn around and knowingly in galad Time! And I don’t feel which bumpy road would be the right decision, a considered philosophy of choice! A word of swearing and perpetuated speaking sharpens my razor-sharp teeth on me; and now everyone can express an opinion of me as a haughty One-movement, even though they can hardly really know me! Betrayal made me a jacket out of armor! I had a hard time getting into the boxes of breaking, wild tempers, and my first heartbeat was perhaps the last…
 
The countdown to Being has started irreversibly…

myself in exile, cowardly stateless, I can rarely be: a complete Stranger to myself! Now I still do it, because Man treats him as despised, as if I were a ****, who caresses voiceless echoes…
 
I have grown up suddenly and you know all whose wounded hearts have been rooted in the known Insecure - everyone doubts! Man grows up suddenly while still an eternal Child in himself, and he discovers that in this World his dreams lie as ruined as card castles! Selfish torment still escapes when he believes promising vows to the Truths, but rather immediately chuckles for new possibilities, trampling on others to step into his vile life! There were a plethora of promised, sounding voices: "We will listen and take care of you too!" "Footprints on shoes that excel in trampling have started to multiply!
 
The True Gemstone rain tossed angrily in my chest! That the tiny, raven-black circles had already gathered around my eyes that cried red; lightning eyes fell on me! The Man-Hope could barely hold on with his watered children's fingers! - Sunny Time has been discarded with light bracelets like clamps! I was even ashamed of the tremor as a suffocated temper from somewhere!
 
And in my head, the creaking gears of apostate thoughts rumbled at the same time; "No one can protect you anymore because you stood on your own two feet - so you started your Computing life!" - Tell me, People? I understand who is responsible? When I tear a millionth of a degree to the point of non-intelligibility?!

my own heart, the Quyothe of the Guardian Loyalty is thirsty for someone! I narrowly miss the haunting shadows of raven-feather nights when I think about how much I missed everything and missed the lovable connections of Being! How vulnerable every tiny human story has become, and one by one I would have escaped myself from the hyena-throat of fears that, like a fluttering herd, moan soul-splitting!
 
In me, maybe it's just the spent Pearl of Truth Human! My own flesh eats up my flesh and feasts moderately on my heart attack. If I were a true Man - I was already annihilated and I had to arrive at the scene of my selfish humiliation every day so that I would not descend into a arrogant slump! Sometimes I still feel the depth of my soul buried, crusted in the depths of the trench, I still guard and protect the vulnerable, shaky Child! Instead of the claws of self-milling, self-marking remains for the time being! The frantic shards of the scared tiger-flame Moon slit his flame arms into the wall of my room while constantly hurting and hurting me too! I’d rather be Robinson’s hermit, an all-survivor than a brainwashed, jerky idiot who drowns himself to a low standard every day to claim and grab his five-minute reputation pathetically but at all costs!
 
Indifferent and superficial In the hay of interest, I would rather not be a Victim - but in emigrant loneliness I am constantly protesting for Man until the pain can alleviate! With a vigilant-killer gaze, the World if I let him, ”he gritted his outstretched teeth at me,“ and once wouldn’t have asked, ‘Could you help?!

Then the Night will come and if you don't take care of yourself, your feeling precious heart will turn into a gloomy darkness and bark! Your tense drumming on a pounding petal will not caress you for a living Angel's mouth, boiled into faithful kisses, and the mischievous touch of swan hands will not caress the labyrinth, complex yarn of your veins dancing with rope dancing! "The bloodthirsty Sun, proud and proud, runs above you like a hungry vampire, and people who promise roast pigeons a gift of pride when they fall ready to flee in the test of Honesty and lurk like shifty!" You should finally trust Someone, even if they are abusing the secrets of your acquaintance - even then!
 
You can know the Truth about yourself if you are justified, it is still by your side; reliable so hard! - In the useless, restless depths of human hearts, a murderous Silence spreads and lurks! "We cannot know Responsibility!" "Let the innocent scapegoats be punished for our sins." And his discarded existence was voluntarily offered as a column prey, it was destroyed for the benefit of others, and it became a recyclable flower ***! Like the dead before the ritual wash, the prisoners before the interrogation - you cannot sell selfish cones in your faithful heart! - You still have a stubble of flames loyal to you, a directional torch - as a new cellmate, you can't save the link compromise, because you have become a rogue, and you can be a bribe on your own, you can betray your vulnerability!
 
And who knows about himself that he has voluntarily lost by serving a higher and perhaps noble one - he feels: he cannot sink in vain