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station Concerns of a crab III

I wonder when will I learn to distinguish truth from all these lies. When will the day? owner would like to feel my useless heart, I do not want to contemplate the dark again, or feel that your eyes never find me again.

How I got distracted for a second, dazzle me with some words, with promises of dawn. Before I turn out the light I want to know, who plays with the destiny of my life? It will become increasingly difficult to understand why the star of solitude I checked, Why choose me? I can not help but think of you when my eyes reflect the emptiness of the moon, I recall my fleeting happiness and hope that began with the rain of yellow flowers, and dying today, with the most perfect evening. I must confess I never loved you as a source of inspiration, everything that emerges from these fingers is usually sadness and heartbreak. Mistakenly, I thought you'd present slip laughter and happy poems.
Yes, maybe it was too much to ask.

often happens that we can not escape our destiny, even if we yell and fight, it will eventually catch up.

I again demand an urgent need for my time machine, but if you really want it, we both could close your eyes and go back to the moment before everything changed.
me I will turn their eyes to myself and with the dim darkness of the afternoon and early yellow lights returning to haunt me, reproach me when I forgot I know was too good to be true.

Tell me once,
"I lost my chance?

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is better to close your eyes and think,
have not changed my mind

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The girl butterfly

I'm still waiting but I will not answer call. I know that my silence will destroy us both, I still do not know what to say. And do not get my ideas, 'm not sure what to do. This roller coaster of emotions is doing puzzles with my heart. These bones, the skin withered, these ribs, the tibia and the fibula and these tendons with tendinitis store and protect not only the soul of a little girl; butterfly larva, with vibrant colors and bold like a cool summer evening ... This small child has adult responsibilities and 18 with DNI, but the full view of those around her still a girl aged figure who no longer plays with dolls but with words and computers.

And rather than use 9 heels and miniskirts is dancing until dawn on anyone you forget that the worm is afraid and who loved to bite her friends from the nest. is such a little girl who can not run marathons, his legs are not so bad, can not watch movies "adult" but you have to read their stories and make up stories with my eyes open and play the "house" before leaving to sleep.

Their parents will live forever in the denial stage.
She can not write, she can not leave, she can not love, she can not change of career, she will NOT be happy living the role, she knows nothing of life, she can not take risks. She is our beloved little larva, but NEVER butterfly ...
In his desperate attempt to keep the world and the evils that afflict the earth, completely forgot how miserable living has been trapped for so many years. Do not know who actually live to write, who has dreams bigger than most people, who is madly in love, he has learned much about life to diecitantos years. Their wings were hidden always bigger than his heart. What so far failed to understand however, why this is so worried, why refuse to let go, why it so difficult to accept that there is a girl ...

When was she just did not expect the girl who did not want that changed their lives forever.
So why worry? Do the hours without sleep? really love her madly precipitated ended things, with less alcohol and more light would say not worth it. It
so, the history of this larva stuck to that, from false pampering and care, their freedom has been denied.
I can not ask you to love her for what it is, is not nobody the end of the day. Or ask the wait much less than what it takes to become a butterfly, because it would rob the time and opportunity to be happy maybe with another person. I want to be the most selfish larva around my garden, but if anything I learned from my jailers is that the happiness of others always weigh more in our consciences and see you unhappy and will eventually destroy what is left of my ungrateful heart.

Get me your requirements and I will see what I can do ...

I want to be free

not answer, do not shout; learn to accept my instructions said nothing

"dictator?
Thanks, but I have my own opinion and my own brain

Why are you so?

Just ask your DNA

Image: "A sense of disappointment" of HarlequinFever on DeviantArt

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Someone once called me a "generous"

shatter my fingernails
walls my ungrateful heart
bite my lips in silence,
because I can not keep secrets
crash my head against the ground
if that might make me better
splinter my fingers with words, other than
adjectives simply deceive me


last time and say that there is more than a "forever"
not really deserve your heart
Do not give the keys to someone who lost
,
those of his own soul You deserve someone

,
not enjoy their lies
not want to live only pencil and paper
Someone who gives away,
more than smiles

Let me fill your ears to these words give you my tears
,
while I apologize
I have tried so many ways,
I wanted to be better
Today I sold my stomach, a heart intact

attempt to change a couple of kisses and sighs,
you for making it,


need so I will count my faults with the aid
of millions of souls who inhabit this planet
Maybe I am not gypsy, or cloistered nun
much less prodigal daughter
But finally I know I'm selfish enough
to let you go

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Because no one understands better than me words "do nothing" because no one applies
law "does not sleep and be happy," but I I do
For my nails are purple, my blue polo shirt, my red pants, the fashion is something I like OBSERVE

At the door of my heart to say no rugs WELCOME ,
there is rather an electric fence for the safety of people living out of it. Nobody
leave the door open, who knows what kind of monsters could escape ...

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To my aching sense of conviction that seems to be melted in the heat of summer.

pay the consequences. chronic laziness I was diagnosed when I was born and I resisted these 17 years to take the elixir of the Philosopher's Stone my mom usually bottled as Responsibility.

"Never leave for tomorrow what you can do today"

So are conquered kingdoms?
Do arranged marriages?
Do you make a successful business?
approving What exams?

Neither my dad with his 10 years of medicine in Russia get safe from this disease, you can not inject enough doses of responsibility.
What the hell was I thinking when I chose a career of 6 years?
SEISA CHILDREN, SIX ... larg00000s years
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I must not forget my monthly injections of the oil that moves my gears.
The problem is that my parents are still those who provide, and I can not leave the nest if I still need this so compulsive.

The actual text messages I wrote in my life. ♥

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The princess who reigns over the moon

The Princess is laid on the lunar surface
imitates his legs and arms, the

rabbit silhouette lying quietly under it

No difference on the night
The moon is her home,
where it is forced to close their eyes to dream
The infinity of the sky
is your favorite canvas,
him, his fingers trace the course

stars to form words that remind
to that home so far,
who left on earth

With tears
formed the only moon river,
inhabited by his memories and the memories
your body can not contain
is the river where she
dips occasionally,
to avoid being erased from his memory the faces
and stories of his heart

lives in the company of her, but repeated
different
accompanying their other selves
Sometimes when you get away
of their voices and complaints
takes refuge in the shadow of a

moon crater
And although
miss their old home and love he left behind,
not for anything their freedom
lunar breezes
steals the words of
the fingers down to the earth, where even some hope

hear from her
The princess who changed his kingdom on earth to inhabit the moon

in perfect solitude