domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011

What more can I do?

Nothing, nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. Everything is done, there's no turning back.
I've been displaced for a mask. A copy. A substitute that will never be the original. You've won. you just don't see it. You won. I will leave forever. Be happy, O my friend. I've tried. Goobdye.

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