Chronicle of the love of poverty and drunkenness intro part 2
You
how to tell you
The world is too small \ and the words are ephemeral
so I throw myself into my chimeras
from where the ink in the paint of blood draws the leaves of the stories of a man who found love at the bottom of the abyss in the hand of the devil.. So as the words of the mouth of a a newborn and his mother pays attention
you are the isis of Osiris and the era of inaccessible zeus the woman in all her worth a woman whose aches and spirit are only the peaks of what she is.
Selfish that I am and the wolf thirsts for pain and all the other shit I want it I want it like my queen mem penniless. She is not an amterailist but in love with progress she is what she pretends without being what she seems I am in love. I lost my words
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Jean Bernard Dessources
I have a 4 year old daughter . I use writing to bring out everything that hurts me . All my texts are part of what I'm going through:my loneliness doubts fears broken heart . Please read and encourage me by leaving your comments.
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Chronicle of the love of poverty and drunkenness intro
Sorry Vocal it's been a long time I haven't put my words and my troubles on your pages .. It's not my fault I don't have a reader but really I don't care since you are my little secret notebook where I can say my little heart problems. IN SUMMARY here's what's going on in my shitty life: I found love in a woman who I don't know if she loves me, but what's going on break me hurt love so quickly I present it to you : Her name is V not like the TV series but she is charming and the opposite of everything I would have liked but she attracts me, her smile and her personality which pushes her to do the opposite of what I want for My daughter's smile touched me. Yes from its appearance one could say what has no heart ect but I dived and what I saw and much larger than all that I imagined. But damn alcohol and cigarettes kills me but what I feel kills me even more, is it possible that love is much more and destructive than nuclear? I'm not perfect too but why do I see the divine in her. she smiles and the world changes rotation. her body from head to toe is so perfect by the adornment of her imperfection has made me so abdict that I say at the end: she distorts the words but does not hide the words (alcohol) I am waiting for the end for another chapter
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