Courts Always
http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/alex-prager.html
Wake up. Real estate is planted right in front of you, they stand out from the sky, it's six o'clock, the dreadful hour, when everything is possible, but where I am unable to do anything. You do not know so is the anguish of all these empty streets makes you dizzy or simply vodka, anyway, we zigzag, and I'm afraid of falling under this sky too perfect. At a time when the birds sing, but when you got the nasty feeling that, oddly, is not for you. Too late, too early, we exceeded the quota, only the right to take the first train and go home. Class.
- And the day after which you run?
- I do not know about you?
- I do not know, but short.
- Yes, and I will do everything possible to run faster than you.
I do not understand why I out of breath, and above all I strongly suspect that this is not always for the right reasons. The other day, I still nearly cried when I learned that I was not taken to VOD, but not without messing
... And there's also this nasty attack of acne, skin disaster that I 'm typing at the mere idea of not getting a month of CSD. That was before I knew that I would not choose course not the destination, Besançon France blue here I am ... And then what? You return to your house nicely. But that is perhaps not the worst that can happen.
Then at night I can not sleep, I lose my breath, I always run. I go to trendy clubs, well dressed. I put on heels and pretty panties just in case, a misunderstanding, it can walk. I choose, preferably, the boy who will not love me, one that is already in love, as that's for sure, it will not happen.
must say that the last time I believed in love, I was rewarded with a napkin ring with my name engraved wood, enough to be traumatized, I'm too young to get married, but still This is not exactly the ring I was expecting ...
Afraid to love, fear of being loved, fear of pain.
accept anything, scared by any miss, miss
do for fear that it would work. Or
strategy Justine Kennedy.
A simple recipe: drunkenness, mojito, cosmo, dark, superficial sensation of freedom. So me, I still lurking in the shadows, I expect another leap of artificial light. And I run into your arms. I disguise myself, I would be two in these moments, which to choose, just like that, I snapped his fingers, wag my nose, I clap my hands, damn, it does not work. And I run my thumb sucking in your arms in a distant memory safety.
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