- Life’s painted black.
- What about white lines?
- It’s just a lack
of thinking.
Nescience of the fact
that soul is not worth a farthing.
Lies to ourselves…
- Okay… and Love?
- So what?!. Frantic role
we play. Opium for mind.
The hole leading to the death
in isolation from belief and hope.
- So,
how about Belief?
- It’s nothing - story of the thieves
who’d stolen our right to truth.
- …And Hope?
- oh… it’s just a groove - the same as to breath.
Just our useless stupid dreams…
- …You know… It’s hurt…
- Knock it off! Pain means you’re still alive!..
- But… What for?..
- hum… To be remembered when you finally will die.
Meaningless
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this would serve great as a suicide letter written or read before killing yourself :)
they say life is nothing but pain and dissapontments with brief moments of happiness. i would disagree. as long as you can control yourself you can always navigate to the next shore where you stretch your legs and rest a bit and then you can think about killing yourself :)))
Динозавр Дэнвер 03.08.2011 19:00 • Заявить о нарушении
they say life is nothing but pain and dissapontments with brief moments of happiness. i would disagree. as long as you can control yourself you can always navigate to the next shore where you stretch your legs and rest a bit and then you can think about killing yourself :)))
Динозавр Дэнвер 03.08.2011 19:00 • Заявить о нарушении
I've left comment earlier, but it disappeared((
Thanks for your attention and humor) I was smiling while reading))
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Анжелика Стар 04.08.2011 01:25 Заявить о нарушении
Thanks for your attention and humor) I was smiling while reading))
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