Oh grave,

graveyard, my best friend.

So cool and horny!

I´m so bullied and bored.

My tears so sorry and tempted.

You are my best friend – Gray.

Abused – Obtuse – Occludes

Trapped in a triangle. I am.

Tormented when my soul is in peace.

I must go. I knew it from the start.

From when I saw her quote years ago in San Francisco: “from here I depart, I hope never to come back”. I thought – “fucking brave woman”. Then, I grew up to be just like her.  

It would be okay to come back if circumstances changed, but they won´t.

Why are people so skeptical? So, demanding?

There´s more ahead.

There´s nothing reasonable in th...

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