Like on a big scene with no actors, she dies alone, peacefully... So little she bleeds and those small drops resemble rubies falling gentle over her perfect, white breasts. She's almost gone now... killed with a rose, no more... Just a rose.
Hey Rose, Something like "killing me softly with this song" You know it Rose? I suppose you do. But how can a rose kill a woman. It's gorgeous anyway. Btw, you ssy you are disfunktional or something? I like it ;-)
Sometimes, a simple and apparently innocent gesture or thing can kill, even if we are not aware of that... A word we say, a touch, a sight can hurt in infinite ways. Thank you for your comments :)
I am a pretty weird person. Yes, yes I know, it's such a clishee already to proclaim yourself "special". It's like a big, colorful banner on which it says "I am unique". But my problem is not facing the fact that I'm different or not from the rest of the world, because I've come to being used to have no friends or to being completely misunderstood, but that I put this on the fact that I don't belong to this world at all. It's a permanent feeling of misfit.
So, I've started this blog just to see if there is anyone who is so dysfunctional as myself, but also to try to get away from this world in a virtual reality in which I can control at least what to post on this blog. Feel free to look around.
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Hey Rose,
Something like "killing me softly with this song" You know it Rose? I suppose you do. But how can a rose kill a woman. It's gorgeous anyway.
Btw, you ssy you are disfunktional or something? I like it ;-)
*said (sorry for typing mistake)
Sometimes, a simple and apparently innocent gesture or thing can kill, even if we are not aware of that... A word we say, a touch, a sight can hurt in infinite ways.
Thank you for your comments :)
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