maggio 21, 2011

Get off me

I don't care at all if it will be over soon, I do not hope so, 'cos I don't want it to happen at all, so keep your hands off me, do not try to calm me down. It just doesn't have to happen, and you know that when it would, it would be late anyway. I'm not going to spend the next years grieving for what's going on now. Neither I'll shoot myself tomorrow because today there was a sonofabitch on my shoulder trying to persuade me that I shouldn't be uspet about it. I will stop it right now. You, you just get the fuck out of here.

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