segunda-feira, 29 de outubro de 2012

R.I.P. ME

R.I.P. ME = REST IN PIECES OF A SHATTERED MIND CONECTED TO A BURNED HEART AND A FRAGMENTED SOUL. I'D LIKE TO BE PRECISE AND COHERENT. BUT I CAN'T DO IT EVEN FOR ME, MUCH LESS TO OTHERS. CRAZY...CRAZY... CRAZY! OR NOT. IT MIGHT BE I'M THE ONLY CONSCIENT ONE LIVING IN AN PARALEL WORLD, AN ALTERNATIVE REALITY. I'LL WAKE UP AND EVERYTHING WILL BE "NORMAL" AGAIN. I KNOW I DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE. WHO DOES NOWADAYS?

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