Caresses and hands,
eyes in my eyes sometimes hurt.
Fabrizio is a melancholic boy, sometimes a young man full of contradictions. Five
bat and a pat, a caress as I love to stretch the happiness dissipated long ago.
Not that I'm unhappy, but sometimes live alone and in silence, you feel the immense old wounds that burn, return slowly to open up and hurt, just the hurt that haim thought to have closed a long time.
I do not want to hear me say that I'm still hurting, I have not forgotten, these words give me tremendous discomfort but what burns me is the rage, the one for my failure to not understand how it was wrong to trust, what exactly is due the end of a love, a love you thought was great.
What is black and white thing I ask myself every day , what is the meaning of a kiss, a promise that if he is not respected, and because two people can ripeterselo with vomiting and saying it: "Do not You will never leave "and then what?
bad it hurts you, because I can not trust now, eternally self-control I use the brain even now after two years, maybe they will spend ten, fifteen, I know .. but every time is not a new result "makes sense" to a caress, I wonder why you do me a pat and have this eternal self-control is terrible, I feel stupid when a little boy after I emptied the balls and enjoyed myself, even even before coming into my brain I repeat, do not fall in love you do not fall in love with Fabrizio.
In my heart, my soul are eternally barbed wire, gates insurmountable, huge halls that do not find peace, long thoughts and very quiet and I think there is nothing to be seen whether today I want to fuck and at times like this I feel terribly alone, thinking about that last thought that I could be a person who has something to give.
There's nothing to figure out if now I'm thinking, if only a few months ago you were here in my house (it is only 3 months, maybe four) but I stuck in the bud, nipped a delivery, an abortion also quite precarious Fabrizio why can not I tell you love, Fabrizio can not, not now.
So you're gone, you one after another eternal assembly line. I thought Fabrizio
Slam!, Handsome boy from a chance and tanned, try it is also intelligent but nothing.
I think, been through this if I think defeated because my anger is not to find the reason why a story might end , because it can hurt and pain that you drag on your life every day, so now I can be judged on a bed while a groan and the other one after another, a cumshot after another but maybe not today, I would be meeting with the feeling if we just did, if only I were capable, if only I had not loved to see how bad do remain burned to have played with fire. For
charity we all passed, but for me it is different, I think it's different.
not be told then that are a bitch, I do not know the true love that I suck just because they do a little 'gray color in the life of this great city, rolling up blankets of different colored Ikea and several apartments.
look outside without seeing what's inside of me and so people , judge them feel their eyes, because they say that I am a cool guy, aloof, a guy who pulls it, but what do they know these people?.
I first posted them alone, but mentally and talk and gossip causing violent impulses, is to my indifference to my compassion.
So they are, one and twenty minutes early, the radio plays in the living room and I write here in front of the monitor of my feelings that do not make me reread for the big laugh, you're a dissociated Fabrizio either do not understand what you want because you want it and reread it after you risk going to erase all things have two or hoping you get to bed in 'affection of your colleagues tomorrow afternoon or I'll put on another shirt and you go to dance, to what end? To find another one and then at the end ... I will drink again
good wine, red.
I am hanging in the middle of an artificial blue, I look around me and I want to keep their eyes closed, closed for one of those waiting for a soft caress, a stroke which has not prejudiced because I would not see who it is that gives me, there would be no dark hair, muscles, height, beauty ... it would be a blow hot for me, a breath of clean, let me re-open the heart.
I am here waiting and endless days go by I do not think that sooner or later someone will touch the heart again, there is no going back this is clear .. Well one thing is that I understood and that every person leaves a mark, every story, every moment and every moment has to do with you and sooner or later take to slap your destiny and your sadness.
How I repeat that I am wrong, as I would not let me go but sometimes you feel the heat .. are your loved ones, friends and those who do not wear smiles, thanks god .. those not.
I closed the choice is not mine, I do not ever to win but this time I think I have reached the summit. Fabrizio can no longer 'in love.
I fucked up shit to write all ste.
Fabrizio is sick but there is no cure it.
eyes in my eyes sometimes hurt.
Fabrizio is a melancholic boy, sometimes a young man full of contradictions. Five
bat and a pat, a caress as I love to stretch the happiness dissipated long ago.
Not that I'm unhappy, but sometimes live alone and in silence, you feel the immense old wounds that burn, return slowly to open up and hurt, just the hurt that haim thought to have closed a long time.
I do not want to hear me say that I'm still hurting, I have not forgotten, these words give me tremendous discomfort but what burns me is the rage, the one for my failure to not understand how it was wrong to trust, what exactly is due the end of a love, a love you thought was great.
What is black and white thing I ask myself every day , what is the meaning of a kiss, a promise that if he is not respected, and because two people can ripeterselo with vomiting and saying it: "Do not You will never leave "and then what?
bad it hurts you, because I can not trust now, eternally self-control I use the brain even now after two years, maybe they will spend ten, fifteen, I know .. but every time is not a new result "makes sense" to a caress, I wonder why you do me a pat and have this eternal self-control is terrible, I feel stupid when a little boy after I emptied the balls and enjoyed myself, even even before coming into my brain I repeat, do not fall in love you do not fall in love with Fabrizio.
In my heart, my soul are eternally barbed wire, gates insurmountable, huge halls that do not find peace, long thoughts and very quiet and I think there is nothing to be seen whether today I want to fuck and at times like this I feel terribly alone, thinking about that last thought that I could be a person who has something to give.
There's nothing to figure out if now I'm thinking, if only a few months ago you were here in my house (it is only 3 months, maybe four) but I stuck in the bud, nipped a delivery, an abortion also quite precarious Fabrizio why can not I tell you love, Fabrizio can not, not now.
So you're gone, you one after another eternal assembly line. I thought Fabrizio
Slam!, Handsome boy from a chance and tanned, try it is also intelligent but nothing.
I think, been through this if I think defeated because my anger is not to find the reason why a story might end , because it can hurt and pain that you drag on your life every day, so now I can be judged on a bed while a groan and the other one after another, a cumshot after another but maybe not today, I would be meeting with the feeling if we just did, if only I were capable, if only I had not loved to see how bad do remain burned to have played with fire. For
charity we all passed, but for me it is different, I think it's different.
not be told then that are a bitch, I do not know the true love that I suck just because they do a little 'gray color in the life of this great city, rolling up blankets of different colored Ikea and several apartments.
look outside without seeing what's inside of me and so people , judge them feel their eyes, because they say that I am a cool guy, aloof, a guy who pulls it, but what do they know these people?.
I first posted them alone, but mentally and talk and gossip causing violent impulses, is to my indifference to my compassion.
So they are, one and twenty minutes early, the radio plays in the living room and I write here in front of the monitor of my feelings that do not make me reread for the big laugh, you're a dissociated Fabrizio either do not understand what you want because you want it and reread it after you risk going to erase all things have two or hoping you get to bed in 'affection of your colleagues tomorrow afternoon or I'll put on another shirt and you go to dance, to what end? To find another one and then at the end ... I will drink again
good wine, red.
I am hanging in the middle of an artificial blue, I look around me and I want to keep their eyes closed, closed for one of those waiting for a soft caress, a stroke which has not prejudiced because I would not see who it is that gives me, there would be no dark hair, muscles, height, beauty ... it would be a blow hot for me, a breath of clean, let me re-open the heart.
I am here waiting and endless days go by I do not think that sooner or later someone will touch the heart again, there is no going back this is clear .. Well one thing is that I understood and that every person leaves a mark, every story, every moment and every moment has to do with you and sooner or later take to slap your destiny and your sadness.
How I repeat that I am wrong, as I would not let me go but sometimes you feel the heat .. are your loved ones, friends and those who do not wear smiles, thanks god .. those not.
I closed the choice is not mine, I do not ever to win but this time I think I have reached the summit. Fabrizio can no longer 'in love.
I fucked up shit to write all ste.
Fabrizio is sick but there is no cure it.
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