The pain for
a loss is
indescribable
I believe it
is not difficult
to live an
isolated life
I'm tired of
fighting for something
that does not
belong to me
Sometimes I'm so
sad that everything
even a beautiful
thought, hurts
Sometimes I feel
ridiculous to think
that certain situations
occur
Sometimes I feel
special
I'm looking for
the right excuse
to change my
life and leave
everything behind
I would love
to be rich
or have a
rich boyfriend
There are periods
that I just
want to dream
of
I feel like
an idiot to
imagine something magnificent
for my life
Very often I
feel out of
control by the
excessive vivacity of
my strange obsessions
I like to
follow a precise
scheme and it
is stressful and
hateful to drastically
upset my plans
Maybe I will
never be free
to think and
act
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