Fucking soul. It ain`t to be controlled
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Четверг, 12 Октября 2006 г. 13:15
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Waking up in the morning. Thinking over what to put on. Thinking over what to eat. Taking bus to school. Sitting in the classes. listening to music all the time. Going home. Staring at the window. Depressing a bit. But nothing else but tis metters. Her smile was inside of D. He couldn`t stop thinking about this smile. It has been drivin him crazy for a long time. It has been bothering his capability of sleeping. It has been a huge part of him. He didn`t know what to call it. It may have been that word that people are usually afraid of saying aloud. It may have been something such strong and passionate, that it could destroy brick walls by the power that was inside of it. It`s an addiction, that doesn`t leave you alone 24/7. It was something special. As well as it is now. It is going on now. Somehow D. coecollect, that it will be going on tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Every day. It seems like everything is allright. The only thing that has been bothering him is the strange feeling on his fingertips. It was like emptyness. he couldn`t take it for any longer. Just try to imagine the total vacuum inside, knowing the solution, knowing the cure. "Please don`t die. Don`t simply try to be alive longer than me." - that`s what he was thinking while getting ready to leave. To take off. To become plastic until he sees her for another time. Than plastic will be gone. Blood will fill the veins, that are not cold anymore. They will be heated up by her presense. She`s the one, - he thought. That was the last thing D said before slamming the door.
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