It always rains. Only that sometimes the rain does not wet. The strength to go forward is more of inertia. Slide born between day tired and mental wards. The succession of sun and moon made me dizzy. It made me think of you. My biggest failure. I'm not the best of a lot. Better.
I can not accept me, but I can tolerate.
I can not disappear, but I cancel.
I can not fuck you, but I can masturbate.
I can not see, but I can hang their heads.
tolerated. Cancel. Masturbate. Lower the head. That's all I do for a living. But this is not living, this is shatter, scatter, limited. This is mutilating the soul is waiting for Godot. It is destroyed.
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