And you remind me of Verlaine - lost in his homosexuality and decadent art. And I fell for this things, because you make (fuck) art in my heart. "Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you."
I wanted you to be the love that changes. You were the love that destroyes. I wanted her to be the friend that heals, she was the friend that abuses. I wanted him to be the one that destroys my pain, he was the one that did not give a fuck. I wanted you all to be my life, you are the ones that killed me
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