Seriously a bitch. Seriously one fucking bitch. Guess, setbacks are things that make us grow, stronger. I reality. Too bad, that's something I bloody have to face. Knew it's gonna come. Too late, even the number of weeks can be counted. Let nature takes it course? What joke. Nature can't do anything. As time goes by, what's already been planned, will go on. Seriously, I hate you for causing so much pain. The typical endurance. Wait no. It's not typical. It's a really very hard to control feeling. So hard to control that one effing song could easily 'break the lock of the prison cells'. Here you go again. Nights, I say. But I didn't manage to, was afraid, that, giving you too much, you don't appreciate. What am I thinking. Twitter, you'll see. Best that... Hide the truth, and fake that smiling face again. Again. Yeah. For 3 years, the usual self. Understandable. Listen to my heart. Nah. My heart don't tell me anything.

It's a fucking fact, I have to accept it. I must. Control. Self control. I can't break down tomorrow if I see you, I can't. Gosh, I could seriously wash my face with all the fucking tears now... God knows.

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