Your hand in my hand. Together tonight, as never before. You have my heart, my soul, my everything. Then, please, hug me and never let me go, kiss me until to die without air.
The death persecutes you. Oh no, idiot. This is only a fuckin’ imagination. You’re alive, still. Live your life.
You are sinking in your pain, in an obscurity endless. But, this isn’t your end. Don’t exists the end of anything.
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I know it’s hard to tell how mixed up you feel. Hoping what you need is behind every door; This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy. I truly understand. Please, don’t cry now. Please don’t go, I want you to stay, I’m begging you please, please don’t leave here.
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La maggior parte della gente è altra gente. Le loro idee sono opinioni altrui, la loro vita un'imitazione, le loro passioni una citazione. - Wilde.
