you didn’t mean to hurt me.

For so long

My alarm clock rang but

It didn’t wake me up

All I know is that dream

For nothing I would have woken up.

Paradise made out of a few bricks

From here and there

An imagined, god’s garden

This one will never be reached by those who make it rot.

Live your imaginary life.

Just build from what you have.

Oh, everything is possible.

That Evil didn’t poison me.

I know why I’m never sick.

This power is incurable.

There is another way to survive.

A story never ending.

separate // worlds

body made of water and blood.


i am going to be a present for christmas.

I can do it all over again.

Une relation dure plus d’un carnet.


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