"And in that, he put himself together only to be able to meet with the cloth that would fill his eternal hole, that would fill his own soul... Please understand: so strong was his soul hunger, he wasn't able to feel as one for a long time, constantly trying to revive himself in a dangerous wheel of depression-retrieval. But in that day, once more, he said to the Gods: 'Never more will your wishes define who I am! From now on, I will defy you and suffer all the consequences. But for as long as I choose not you, I will remain alive. And all your gossip will die between my fingers, spread and be scattered by the wind... a wind I blow!!!"
2 comments:
strong... like a bullet..
and suddenly i recognize beauty in things that i
don´t understand.
your words.
(ja sabes onde te vais enviar?) loolll :P
ai..... ;)
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