April 8th, 2013
For my wish and the reality are now officially colliding. Again. Nothing is in the right rhyme. Mutually contradictory. What's the point of having desire? Tell me.
Almost there, 26. Time to embrace post-25 crisis, Verda?
The pressure will emphasise you more, from the neighbourhood, from your soul. The wrecked soul if I may give a clear definition. From your desire, from your urge.
Somebody help, please. Come visit me, ask me, "Are you Ok, My Darling?", and hear my answer, "No, Sir, I'm not." And if you then ask me why, I will put a rug of sand for us to sit together, and you should hear my story.
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