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From: Nick
No need for songs of love. What would I have to say of their ill-fated tunes? No need for the calls of justice. For what wishes do I have to spend my energy on protecting forgotten rules? No need for the talk of hope, for why would I wish to tie the noose and hang from its rope?
Once left divided by words spoken from the heart. I rather walk on my own in silence, whole, this time from the start. Into the future I rather not look, and the past is only a badly written book.
Raised by stories, and bad biblographies I’ve been conquered by the same tales as you. One could try to escape, but I rather be raped by my own ideolgies.
Isn’t he something special? Aren’t his thoughts incomplete? Is this a case to be solved? Or is this just another child ready to devolve?
Absolutely incomplete. The indifference is a treat. Tell me a riddle, and you can watch me play my fiddle. Talk and babble. Listen to this prattle. Poke a dots and evil spots, are you one of the cattle? I know you hear, but do you listen? You know I fear, but does it really matter to anyone? In the glaring light, I’ve left you blinded and narrow minded. In the darkness of the night, you take flight. Isn’t it something to watch you flee. Just like me ...