I don't like it,
when they behave the exact opposite than expected.
This whole week I had to hold myself,
just not breaking down or break their arms or something,
It's too odd, being the only one that can feel.
I don't know if waiting is the right definition,
or maybe it's just the will to be forgiven.
IF.
I'm going to fly in another few years,
and they think that they can say that being alone is harder.
Well, I'm all alone now,
what to say?
Too much confusion for a week.
I am terrified.
Heretics, stupid minds, poverty, fantasy.
I'm getting crazier every day.
I'm far away from home,
Canada.
Let's bury the castle.
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