11 avril 2021

Filed under: musardises,- moïra — MOira @ 23:15

it’s not like i’ve nothing to tell you,

it’s again one of those times that happen only at night, one of those time that make me looking for the moon like it can welcome my late talk to you. I can’t talk to you now, actually i think it will never happen again. Strange to wright it out loud. People that have been for a time important to me exist in my head as if  I can speak with those endlessly . You don’t exist in my head anymore August, you’re nothing to my brain, but my tong got some stuff to tell. I will never tell you, or write you those words, but it have to exist somehow somwhere.

August… You such a piece of trash, not a shy guy. Buy your-self humanity please

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