Some issues, are simply too private to share, on this online haven, a sanctuary that I no longer trust, with tales too close to heart to divulge. Personal weakness should be masked, veiled, hidden deep within, in a bottomless pool that I wonder, whether someday, someone will care enough to take the plunge into the terrifying unknown.
In the meantime, to those, who do care a wee bit, read between the lines.
Sorry, didn't mean to call you but I couldn't fight it. I guess I was weak, couldn't even hide it, and so I surrendered, just to hear your voice. I know how many times I said I'm gonna live without you, and maybe someone is standing there beside you, but there's something baby, that you need to know.
I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better everyday, that it didn't hurt me when you walked away, but to tell you the truth, I can't find my way.
Deep inside me, I feel like I'm dying, I have to see you, it's all that I'm asking, baby.
Vida, give me back my fantasy. The courage that I need to live, the air that I breathe. Carino mio, my world's become so empty, my days are so cold and lonely. And each night I taste, the purest of pain.
Happy 4th month, Baby.
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