unbearable. You unicellular einzellne every second, I can feel on the skin. Follow the sleepless night and the waiting. I'm waiting for those who will never come. You, get me out of here, just for a minute. The time runs too slow, the hysteria comes in waves, my face divided by two small rivers, but you, who would you save me, before the meaningless flow of time, do not even know that I you think. I keep thinking of you. I'm getting crazy. Because the time until we meet again, is dead. She died the moment I was delivered to you and your eyes. Irrevocable. You is dead, floats between the dust grains in the dead sun. Damn, why do you miss me so?
There are only a half day and the night and another day and a night. But time is dead and viscous, slowly rotting, and the only refuge is that of my thoughts, I'm thinking of something, something with you, and I forget myself and everything around them. And watch 'Cash Back', it would be pleasing to you.
But you live your own life in which I will never have a speck of space. Only for brief moments of time, which is still alive. How long it probably is, until I stop to become mad because of you ...
It's just that damn time ...
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