Those are the words that echo in my head empty, my head doll ... so sound, so crazy at the same time ... Wishing he had not ever met any of the two ... well I had done no harm, I would not hurt me. Tucked in a little glass box, suffocating, without even being able to lift his arms ... and should be, tied, encerradita, ta angelic as Lolita, as dead as I feel now. As cold as ice as it is now my skin, as I am now on the inside. Trying not to feel, trying not to think ... But your memory ... especially yours, yes, yours ... haunt me incessantly.
I do not feel what I did, because I did wrong. I've never fooled anyone, and you er.
So I have to go.
Because now I'm just a hollow shell porcelain.
because I can break like glass.
So my child, I have to jump.
For just me, you'll be able to forget.
... Did you read those old poems I wrote as a child? Words lost in the wind ... One, gnawing loneliness ... I wonder if you understood. I asked to do so, how much it will take.
(Thanks to Karincoma to create such beautiful pictures)
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