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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2007-12-10 | |
So all good times end somehow. It feels like drinking a good, expensive wine while cheering a short memory of your beloved friend. It feels like caving in, presuming you canâ€™t be there, but facing your dreadful, shady limbo. Little by little, waiting for daylight to loom, you are given to feel the cold shiver of death. Hurry for the past! Look whoâ€™s alone now! Itâ€™s not me! Surrounded by all your good friends, smiley faces cracking at your party, send a greeting to your grandma, because sheâ€™s ill, did you know that? A beautiful, old castle, your place now, can I take a seat? A famous painting at the entrance, it seems we know each other for long. Same taste for art, same way of speaking, although Iâ€™m not your friend. I like enjoying life, going out, drinking fine wine, making friends, taking them home. And then, the next day, waking up at noon, and not remembering a thing. What a good life I live! Every time I confess to my shadow-friend some every day facts, IT seems not to listen. What am I going to do with it? Thatâ€™s my foolâ€™s paradise, maybe I feel comfortable in here. My mind is blurred.
Since Iâ€™ve met you, I got so stubborn.
I always go to sleep and share my candies with you. You don't even like sweets. Why are you always complaining about my red dress? I keep on wearing it because of you. You love to see me dressed like that. But you forget too fast.
Maybe I donâ€™t mind thinking of you, or maybe is useless. Because youâ€™re a little bit different. You love the same things I love. Or maybe not. I donâ€™t even know you.
I donâ€™t remember ever looking into your eyes. I only claim the same truth as you do. I'm a funky princess and I often go to Hague. That place keeps your taste... Remember, hun?
Ever since I've first read your letters, I knew you felt lonely. As for my friends, don't let this trouble you, life's short, faces get old sooner than you can tell. We always high on...
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