


I am not at home. I'm not myself. You're not me. Now I walk into this dark place and I can not find a way. I smile to the monster of my soul. I smile to monster my heart. I am so lonely that I do not remember who I am. I have my lips to speak of fire count. You do not talk to me. I am dumb and stupid I am happy in the sadness of this life. Perhaps I am a crazy man like you. This evening I want to shoot me a shot and die. I want to laugh before it is too late.Everything is so beautiful and everything is so good for smart people.
(by "Dark Tears" G. V. Nniet Brovdi xxx th)

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