Constrained to remain, not to make run the tears of the memories of moments spent, attachments still too present. I walk, and opens the eyes on the wet bitumen, amazed by the cold of this so heavy lack. Without same believing in it, I let trail my glance used on blades gleams. I seek, without believing in it more, the remainders of a wounded bird. I seek, without believing in it more, the remainders of a broken life. I tried thousand times to believe in it, to take the life like one day livid. I tried well in my vexations to tighten my hand towards a timid hand. I seek a gleam, I seek my happiness, I find only this mirror, I find only my misfortune there. I finally decided to drop me in the arms from these black cloths. More than one step decided to steal, forget this cursed history.
Constrained to remain, not to make run the tears of the memories of moments spent, attachments still too present. I walk, and opens the eyes on the wet bitumen, amazed by the cold of this so heavy lack. Without same believing in it, I let trail my glance used on blades gleams. I seek, without believing in it more, the remainders of a wounded bird. I seek, without believing in it more, the remainders of a broken life. I tried thousand times to believe in it, to take the life like one day livid. I tried well in my vexations to tighten my hand towards a timid hand. I seek a gleam, I seek my happiness, I find only this mirror, I find only my misfortune there. I finally decided to drop me in the arms from these black cloths. More than one step decided to steal, forget this cursed history.
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