I feel you, kid.
I've walked that lane and I've caused that hurt.
I made her cry and she never does.
You don't have to be like me.
How do I tell you that we all hate ourselves inside?
We all long to die, but that's too easy.
We also love the challenge.
I want to show you what I have seen.
I want you to brush your face against the skin
of one who loves the way you're alive.
Can't you hear that sweet song of the ocean roar?
Rub your toes all over that green grass.
Lose your voice from singing drunk.
Shake with fear at night by scaring yourself.
Listen to that song and cry harder than a newborn.
Get a good punch in.
Can't you see why I fought back?
Where's the fun in dying
when all the good stuff is underneath the peel?
Just stick a little longer
This is a party, have a ball.
Let me open up that for you, kid.
It's fucking great, isn't it?
I want to look at you three years from now
and say I told you so.
Oh, flowing words.
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Mali | 8 de octubre de 2016, 14:37
qué hermosoooooooooo *le avienta con pulitzers*