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The beginning: He needlessly noticed my hidden words. ...He noticed. Nothing... Wonderfully. Still alive, deprived of senses, Fallen in stares... I felt so. A smile, reversed clock, Number 43, black jumper, her fingers... Short bordeaux nails, nasty mouse face, enormous glasses, a smile. Was I feeling through what? What was I feeling? High five. Disappear and appear again, up behind me and at my left... Our stares, weird clockworks; I knew there was happening something senseless. ...Behind again. But that's the last time, that's seventeen-nine. I read it. I couldn't think I'm thinking about pain, Although something leaded me astray. Blinding darkness... Weak, far light... Far smile. So I couldn't think consciously about everything died before its wrong birth. Moments of pure madness. Insane; escape; no way. The last time repeated again, for the last time. An inexistent history. Pleasant history pleasantly little. Nevermore. Again, and again nevermore. Forever. Disappear.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
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The beginning: He needlessly noticed my hidden words. ...He noticed. Nothing... Wonderfully. Still alive, deprived of senses, Fallen in stares... I felt so. A smile, reversed clock, Number 43, black jumper, her fingers... Short bordeaux nails, nasty mouse face, enormous glasses, a smile. Was I feeling through what? What was I feeling? High five. Disappear and appear again, up behind me and at my left... Our stares, weird clockworks; I knew there was happening something senseless. ...Behind again. But that's the last time, that's seventeen-nine. I read it. I couldn't think I'm thinking about pain, Although something leaded me astray. Blinding darkness... Weak, far light... Far smile. So I couldn't think consciously about everything died before its wrong birth. Moments of pure madness. Insane; escape; no way. The last time repeated again, for the last time. An inexistent history. Pleasant history pleasantly little. Nevermore. Again, and again nevermore. Forever. Disappear.
I miss.
Andje
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
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