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Hello Franco, you’ve been quiet since the first resurrection.

Maybe I will die tomorrow, this guilt won’t let me sleep.
I marched forward in a rush and hit my toes on a rock, safe to say at this point I stumbled and fell.
Mama help me, I feel like I am about to succeed because suddenly a stranger fell in love with me.
Look at them; the world… Look at them staring.
They said a lot of things, they offered succor, how do you even begin to console a dead heart?
They said painkillers cure pain, pain is caused by depression, these same painkillers cause depression… a twisted cycle.
Those who want to die live long, those who don’t even think about death get its sleepy knock on their doors, what has the world come to?
History will forever repeat itself, a bored writer.
If I could tell my secrets, and get penance, have a little sense of freedom, find the forgiveness that I have always craved, I wouldn’t still tell them.
If I had just one wish to change everything, I still wouldn’t know what to do with it.
I found love out of pure boredom.
I never ever knew what to do with hatred as the worst periods of my life are littered with pain from vengeance I have sought after.
Allow me fall in love tomorrow, today all I crave is sleep…
What a shame, oh what a shame. The boy who never got to see his father became king and died on the throne.
Maybe now you’ve heard the story of the king who died at the coronation of a slave?
How do you console the mother of said dead king?
How do you tell a troubled man he is the only architect of his predicament?
I have always seen life as black AND nothing else but white… We live or we die.
I have had my heart broken, despite the walls that guarded them; I lived because I died.
Allow me digress… To the girl with the mirror smile that just softens everything inside me, melts my heart and makes me feel like I am a child again, I loved you once… I am incapacitated to not love you again.
Dreams are big when we are willing to die and let them become legacy, so I say only the selfish live long.
Dreams will be dreams when we refuse to be selfish and always want to be a part of them.
Hello Franco, you’ve been quiet since the first resurrection.


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