The dog was half in tone.
The bark. The bark.

How easy it could be,
to let it die.

Yet, how sad it would be to leave,
my little young friend.

In the world out of sounds and thoughts. No one cares about real people. They live, they die and they never come back. Is it human?

To let the emotions die, in order of power.
To die, and let the world live, because They were scared.

To be or not
to be.

A real human being.

A bird in cage of black and white.
With a bars out of pure sadness.

Sometimes I wonder.
And when I wonder,
I remember, how
it used
to be in my
life.

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When I will smile.

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Oh I may just try.

Silence

Oh I may just

So late.

In time.

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Look at me
I am half a flat low.

In the light.
I swear like a *******.

And
I
Don't give
a

**** !

In the neverland. The broken hearts travel by.
You roll out of bed, and for a moment You can hardly breath.

Is it still.

Am I still talking to You.

When the dreams won't come.
And I will not know why.
Will the silence, be enough.

I try, try
try.

Yet, I can't cause,
you're
gone.

And sad as it is,
I lost a part of myself.

In the neverland of our past.

Roses, Tulips. And me.

And You.

Sleep.

When I would dream with a broken heart.
Seeing the world is the hardest part.

People cry - In the mist.

It's like a cloud.

In the red, in the green, through the black.
The traveller is a little young boy.

Ah - #!

It's quiet.

Should I tell him ?
Or should it be me ?

I, think.

The point is to never give up.


You see little boy, Adults are like a woven straw.

They can turn. They can be together.
And do not belong.

I think You yet need to understand :(