I wish I could write some proper passage in Byron's language, but at the moment I am too frail, facing the weight of a deceiving and shivering Ricardo. I miss myself more and more and I spend the days falling into to the deepest and darkest abyss. Funny, when it seems that I have finally found the luscious felling of an endless Love I keep losing bits and bops of myself.
Sad, ironic… All of that and more…
I ended up blowing up into millions of small little Ricardos, that don’t know where and how to go…
Good that I have found you before my crippling decadency… In the end I am a lucky mate, I guess …
Closing the gates… No more goose bumps for tonight…
Sad, ironic… All of that and more…
I ended up blowing up into millions of small little Ricardos, that don’t know where and how to go…
Good that I have found you before my crippling decadency… In the end I am a lucky mate, I guess …
Closing the gates… No more goose bumps for tonight…
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