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As the previous post about my no-longer-existing-but-almost-painless pseudo-sentimental story I did not like most cancellarlo.Prima that I decided to slip out of the thing I would like to fix it here, want as I recall, you want for the "my meetings, my experiences" which is already a good example "live".
So, yesterday I listened to a song and I discovered not only that but I still like to come to me "talk" about me, me, and now that the poster to me (or my place).




"I hate
surprise and be one step away from
need to want to go one step further
six foam on the waves of thoughts that rush

on the hot rocks of this island


buy from you ...

all sorts of magic
but if you only sell

fire burn on my own ashes

And as rings around anything
float the deception of a smile

that crushes us, but not more
c'incastra
concentric circles if you want your

remavo against miracles

overshadow my limits and I have not ...
thought about the dreams that now

buy from you ...

all sorts of magic

but if you sell only fire burn
on my own ashes "



I mean, who cares about what happened, now I am no longer burning but I would really bought * all sorts of magic if there was, while this person sells or sold me only black or white, all or nothing, a wall that does not make sense to exist, but maybe you do not know.
No more feeling and my ugly event, the next post will be something more interesting and committed, first of all to promise me.


* not only that spell there, but if there were other, if I had a confirmation that there might be.