Somebody will offer his arms, somebody less complicated, the comfort without the doubts, universally waited, out of range is the foresee illumination, the vision of the abandonment once coils in this tender cocoon, nothing change except the world turning at the speed pace of security, don't blame this human craving, wish them the best luck, because you're unable to give what is waited and the arrow of your forgiveness throws by those you feel for will pierce the gold of all you keep closed as you wanted, don't blame the world, blame yourself or simply let go of all the wild unrealistic expectations, all covered, you can't give, fine, someone will do it for you, release your mind, at least allow those you love to be free and happy, these arms are useless.
My mind talks to me like that, if you want to know the commonly unknown for you just forget who you are, what you are now can't satisfy, this body is too sharp and this brain too high, if you want to be somebody drop the leash.
I say shut up incoherent thing, i'll never set loose the one and the beliefs, i'll be damned, i'll walk on this path of thorns forever.
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