There's always hope to fuck yourself like the kids growing up with new failures. Everyone surely knows that, I'll forget. But the fucking hope knocks the door again and again. Nothing can change my mistakes. Life is not fair. You're still the same. But my eyes are dead. Eventually I have nothing except a kick in my ass. You and me. Victims of the wrong time,victims of the wrong place. And maybe one day,in another world,far from malice. Can we be happy together again? Sinked in those memories, thoughts are growing hope. And this fucking hope is killing me. Weight of the world on my shoulders, even i know that,we'll never be the same again. My hands will never touch your warm face, my eyes will never see your smile, I will never smell your skin. If everything stands against you and me, I'll be the strongest and hopeless creature.
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