Well, fuck you, this is the news.
Life might deserve a better treatment. But I guess it's not kind enough for anyone to lend a hand. Not even to anyone else.
The fact is that distance is something you just can't forget, something that's always here beside you. The ghost of good memories at night, as well as the mothafucka ghost of bad memories . This strange feeling that, there could be thousands of people around you, you will never, ever, reach a single hand to listen to you, neither will you find a friendly ear to shake.
Life's got so freakin' awesome pockets.
What goes 'round comes 'round, except when things go wrong for nothing. Even though I still don't get why this paper hasn't remained as a draft.
The older I get, the more difficult is seems to be to stop my fingers and to open my mouth.
At least, nothing.
Life is quite lonely too.
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