she wrote them
that she wasn't capable of love
she couldn't love the people she knows - family, friend, boyfriend -,
nor the ones she doesn't - those people on photographs, those walking down the streets at night, the people in the news, covering the earth - and finaly, she could certainly not love herself.
Then she asked to be forgiven,it was really wonderful, and shot a bullet into her smart and plain young girl's brain.
Publié par fanguk à 13:33:20 dans bribes. | Commentaires (2) | Permaliens
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