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domingo, 21 de agosto de 2011

Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', & sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike 
When you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.

& even the nights, they could get better.

6 comentarios:

  1. las compre aca


  2. eres muy hermosa. que cuerpo!!!!!!!!!


  3. con respecto a tu pregunta, leía algunos de mis poemas

  4. Sos linda Luuuu, tengo un short parecido, te veo en unas horas{? aloha.

  5. si, me gusta le minimlismo.
    Seria interesante hablar. No?

    ME das tu face?