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There was once a girl who believed that her whole life is an endless movie. Everything that ever happened to her were episodes that she would look back to again and again. Some she would hold in a certain pocket, so that she could remember them precisely with all the details: with that instantaneous lighting, with exactly the same touch of wind and colors, with particular taste that memory would bring out.featured in Let me swim inside your body
That girl had an impeccable disorder of seeing things differently. Things and views which wouldn’t even make other people to turn their heads would make her eyes wide: click, click, click. Although, one thing that actually made them to turn their heads was her speaking with hell knows who, shouting “I have it! I have it!”. She always needed someone to share her discoveries with, mostly not because she was so excited about it but more because she wanted to proclaim her royal vigilance. The loud and proud disaster type.
She would catch beautiful, good, rich moments but as she stepped as a cold, curious, bohemian dragonfly (yes – stepped!), she would also equally capture ugly and toxic ones. What do you think was her end? Cold heart shattered because of the poisonous abstractions? No. It was poisonous only to the weak and something different to the stronger. Her end was never there because it was endless clicks in her head.
If you ever hear “I have it” from the whispers of the wind, know: not only she’s catching, but also hunting you.
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Hey you, yes you, the one who reads it now, I wish you good mood!
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I pity all of you
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Hey you, yes you, the one who reads it now, I wish you good mood!
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I pity all of you
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I pity all of you
That I reveal to you your insecurity
Senseless your disguise
And none of your masks can hide your face
I want you to see
That you're dying in your own eyes
That these are not real rules
And that the joy of a day is gone with the daylight
I want you to hear
The whine of the wanderer
With a face cut by the years of silence
I want you to remember
The blind man,
For you've been seeing with his eyes
And the mute man,
That still performs his speech to the deaf crowd gathered
And all of them listening with hypnotic curiosity
I do not believe
In your truth
Can't see you, while you're standing right before me
Can't hear you, while you're talking to me
But I'm afraid I remember you
And that is the only thing that I regret"
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"Lipsmackin' Thirstquenchin' Acetastin' Motivatin' Goodbuzzin' Cooltalkin' Highwalkin' Evergivin' Coolfizzin' Emerald Sugar."
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I pity all of you