This is a game, there’s nothing else to do. Try it, fail it, lose it, die with.

11 May, 2011

You left it.

Can you imagine what would happen If we could had any dream?... Because I saw the end before we begun, and here it is. The end, the loneliness. The broken ice heart, the melting of everything that was inside. The last change, the last sight. You left me dying on the floor, like nothing else was inside me, you took my everything, you left us, you left it.
You left me.

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