"Maybe am I a fucking suicide girl ?"
" Why live a life ? That's painted with pity and sadness and strife. Why dream a dream ? That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems. Why bother bothering ? Just for a poem or another sad song to sing. Why live a life ?
The art of suicide, pretty and clean conveys a theatrical scene : "Alas, I'm gone!" she cried. Ankles displayed, melodramatically laid, under the arches of moonlight and sky suddenly easy to contemplate why...
Why ?
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday with a second ending when the people are disturbed. Well, they should be disturbed because there's a story that ought to be heard. "
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# Posted on Tuesday, 31 March 2009 at 1:21 PM
Edited on Sunday, 05 July 2009 at 5:51 AM
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