Tire. All. The raging hurricane inflicts less destruction. He does not touch the soul. Body? Yes to hell with him.
Intelligence. Does not exist.
Soul – solid bruise. Not from blows. From one. Last.
Crush. Trample. Smear. Turn into oblivion.
Pain. Blunt pain.
Heart? What are you talking about. It is cold like ice, firmly like granite? No, worse. Knocking, of course. For what?
Consciousness: Alien Man? Nonsense. Emptiness. Pieces of phrases. A set of words. Scraps of emotions.
Distance. Cool. I don’t want to reduce the distance. Let it remain like that. Forever?
I can not. Why? It is stupid to explain. Only you could crush the soul. Those bright, wonderful feelings that I could give. Give you girl.
A spoiled child. Selfish and accustomed to do conveniently. Cynical? No, not thinking about the consequences: love? No, for you this is just a game. Allow to love yourself and be surrounded. To play enough and quit. Find the object more worthy. Do not take a step. Only forward. This is pride. And pride. No, rather pride.
You feel. You know very well when you need to bring closer and say a gentle word. When to press to you, and then push it back again. Game in cat mouse. Do you want this? Do you like it? OK. Only now I will be a cat?
A affectionately rumbling? Hey: Having hunted, releasing claws. You doubt it? What do you know about me? Biography scraps and outbreaks of emotions? You looked into my heart? Through my pink glasses, if only.
You tried to understand me? Ha ha! You are used to being surrounded. You missed a man of a delighted man. And then I came across. Love, happy. Ready to protect, giving the opportunity to lean on the shoulder.
You haven’t taken into account one. Once I had to understand that you are not experiencing anything to me.
Passion? Desire to possess? Yes:
Trite. And I loved you so much. I admired and enjoyed you. God, I was enough for me that you were near. Next to me.
Uhhhhh: trampled. I pulled out with the root.
Do you think I’m crying?
I feel bad and I don’t know what to do? I don’t sleep at night and think about you?
It’s worse. Deaf. More painful. There is emptiness inside. She does not gnaw, does not allow emotions to show. Emptiness. Nothing. Deadness. It smells inanimate. Tlen.
Really again? Live again. For nobody.
Live and warm up the hope that someday I will have a loved one who will also love me passionately.
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