Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Euthanasia


I've come to realize
I never really loved you;
I just loved the idea of you loving me.
It was an illusion my mind played on me,
tangling, twisting these memories


Looks like (__/08/2009) Isn't gonna happen. And since it's becoming an annual thing, we've either missed it or it's coming again.

I'm desperate to know how you are, but like a dream you disappeared without a sound, without a trace. Sleep well darling, wherever you are, I hope that you're happy tonight, and maybe you found someone who will love you right

I'm desperate to say now I need you more than ever. No, no. Even if i knew, even if' i knew what to say to you, it's just too late to make you stay.

English Feature Article (n), euthanasia (y). SS (n) Hitler + riots (y).

Love (y+n)

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