I know that someday I'll smile and cry saying that I saved you from all the misery of my arms and the tragedy of my kisses, by accepting this that hurts me a lot.
Many things and thoughts have been waiting inside my head for too long. And even though I seem to say whatever I feel, I say nothing at all. I bet you I can be worse. I know I can be worse. This is our little sick game, and we'll be playing it until one of us cracks, and God knows what will happen then.
No hay con quien hablar, sólo a quien oir.
No hay quien te ame, sólo a quien amar.
No hay con quien ser, sólo con quien estar.
Stay there where you are. Wander at thoughts and dream of death. May darkness fall into your eyes, so that you can never enjoy being alive.
Cut your throat, please, I can't stand anymore listening to your silly complaints about nothing at all.
So you think you are a victim? You want so much to be a victim? I'll turn you into my favourite toy if you keep begging for it. I've done it before with others and I have no problems in doing it again. You don't even imagine how much I can make you wake up.
Wake up for once. You're not dead for God's sake... But keep on like this and I'll fucing kill you myself; keep on like this and you'll loose everything you have.
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