ever I wondered ... what if I had had the courage to say what I feel for you.
Maybe not now painfully keeping the immortality of my fantasy. The one where you have lived for many years, torturing my soul, my self-esteem self-conscious. It's absurd how despite how bad I feel I can reach, I clung to this tortuous sentence. It is also ironic that miss you, all you get is away from reality, which is assumed you are.
I do not know if I continue with this nonsense of trying to escape from my reality. The tangent that I used, I only brought more misfortune, stifling my spirit and my existence bordering a more miserable end, what could possibly want.
I'm damaged, the anguish of knowing that I live the edge of the cliff, it makes me weaker, more vulnerable, more fragile. My soul in agony, feels trapped in a body withered by exile, awash with sadness. And, being surrounded by so many people do not feel assured me alone, because that is how I've felt much of my life.
In the lobby of conscience ruined me, I write about an old book of yellowed leaves, pieces of my dreams with you. Those who on waking, are trapped in my head, trying in vain to get away from me ...
... THE CROWFALLEN
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