There you are, staring at me. Haven't I already said you to stop looking? I'm already gone. You can't see, but I'm not here.
Once I was a baloon. Time passed by. Now I'm deep in the dust. But my head stills out. Damn it. My head is what I need.
domingo, 7 de junho de 2009
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