A life whose main aim is to wait for Saturday to get away in sleep,
It isn´t a life.
A life without being able to throw emotions due to self-imposed barriers,
nor is a life.
A life where your biggest confidant is a doll that doesn´t exist,
It isn´t a life already.
And a life in which your only companion are ephemeral destructive melodies...
It is a caricature of the existence.
It isn´t a life.
A life without being able to throw emotions due to self-imposed barriers,
nor is a life.
A life where your biggest confidant is a doll that doesn´t exist,
It isn´t a life already.
And a life in which your only companion are ephemeral destructive melodies...
It is a caricature of the existence.
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