Today I was told that I have
doll face;
with missing eyes, skin cold and mouth
small and serious.
Today I feel like your favorite doll;
broken, forgotten, used, destroyed. Your favorite
innocent.
Your personal discord.
Your favorite slave. Your child
fatal. Drawing
my veins onto the skin with scissors.
tolo Because I have learned what was on pain.
According to Dante, I know everything because who knows
pain
Knower.
One minute,
a minute was all I needed to taste you
again.
Like a tightrope walker in
want your hands to hold. I lost
balance and fell into the void
network when you wanted me to leave.
And I was foolish enough to let you do this,
that let you escape me.
No more suffering and you do not want it to go wrong.
I'm not afraid of blood. I'm a nuisance
sad and useless, not knowing what to do with downtime
around me.
I'm going to do a favor, I am going to save
suffering ...
just want to say goodbye.
Just want to say I've been
to me all the best.
That I love you madly ...
And never forget this crazy discordant
desperate, withered;
this little doll ...
Yes, your loca favorite.
not ever forget me, my child, my love.
not forget me when I'm gone ...
please.
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