jueves, 14 de abril de 2011

Reasonless. Crying. Heart tells not to think, but she won't agree. She's not so smart nor so sensitive. Quite vulnerable I would say.
She won't even agree with herself and wished she didn't exist at all.
Feelings cannot be ripped away so she takes a while to think. Then, again, wants not to be able to translate, or understand, or whatever.

She does not know. Anything.
Everything.
Nothing.

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