Locked ... Locked and surrounded. No one left to trust and I ain't a believer anymore. I look at you and I see nothing. Nothing at all. Dull eyes, flat thoughts, fat belly. You all look the same to me. I don't want you to hear me. To see me. To feel me. Your pain, your sorrow, your stupid glory means nothing to me. I don't want it. All I feel is cold and emptiness. And I like them. I stand here, seeing so much of dark sky pierced by billion of stars and it fills me with water's calm and fire's rage. And guess what? I just light another cigarette and stay here for while ....
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Date: 31/10/2007 02:06 (UTC)From:...N o t h i n g...
...i'm... empty nothing...
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Date: 31/10/2007 10:37 (UTC)From: