"Je suis venu pour te voler-Cent millions de baisers."
Serge Gainsbourg
Excusez-moi pour ceux qui aimés bien ce blog, moi aussi personnellement mais en ce moment c'est pas la grosse joie. Articles supprimés pour toujours.
After the sunrise ends, I turn the light off. Switch in my soft bed, with all those moments of crying tears. I made mistakes, like erveyone in this fucking life. But it's huntin' me. I can't sleep anymore, just like 3 hours. And the others, I'm listenin' every songs of my Ipod, and I let the music guidin' me in my thoughts. Thoughts of you, always, takin' the place of others. I'm remembering the day that I first talk to you, of all my mind trying to interest you. Then It works, and I feel like I was gettin' into another world. Like in his world. How awfhul it had to end up like this. In this shiny day, one of the first of spring, my season. We were walkin' into those beautiful flowers, white yellow on green floor. My sens were tellin' me that he was distant. Why ? Why didn't you take my hand, why didn't you pass your arms beside my shoulders, like you did one Wednesday on are way to go to see this stupid movie with your best friend ? Shit, can I ever forget it. Your eyes, your touch, your damn jokes that weren't funny at all, but makin' me laugh like an idiot. You said that we can't get anymore into the past but we can give it right off are mistakes. How can I suppos' to do without your help caus' it been one month, and it seems like it was one year ? Where are you ? What are you doin' ? I'm affraid without hearin' you by my side. Such bad days. It's so easy for you, to ignore me. I try to be happy, now I can affirm that I am, like before. But almost I can't hear your voice again and again. I drink coke cherry all alone. Listenin' to my song all alone. Friends... They passes by but never stop. I was wishing that you will stay and stop. Know, I'm crying, for you, for her. Can we just be friends ? No. That's my hatest answer. I swar I can enjoy life. So why, why are my memories back ?!
L'article est un peu fait pour que les gens ne comprennent pas l'histoire. Même si certains sont au courant. Puis, à qui ça interesse cette histoire ? Sutout qu'elle est bel est bien finie, et qu'elle ne recommencera plus jamais. Comme si elle n'avait jamais éxister. Comme s'il n'avait jamais existé. Juste un mauvais rêve que je fais tout les soirs, mais qui est iréèl. Je ne souhaite qu'une chose. L'oublier.
Souvenirs de cette année, mémorables. Fort en emotions surtout.
L'article est un peu fait pour que les gens ne comprennent pas l'histoire. Même si certains sont au courant. Puis, à qui ça interesse cette histoire ? Sutout qu'elle est bel est bien finie, et qu'elle ne recommencera plus jamais. Comme si elle n'avait jamais éxister. Comme s'il n'avait jamais existé. Juste un mauvais rêve que je fais tout les soirs, mais qui est iréèl. Je ne souhaite qu'une chose. L'oublier.
Souvenirs de cette année, mémorables. Fort en emotions surtout.
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