E thus, little sister, you pretend to grow.
But we know - you know, the other as well, I think I began to understand - that we are damned.
Did you know some look more, other lips. It 'happened to me.
But you still doing those dreams. It's those damn dreams
the problem. Those who put you in front of who you are. Think you know what
means to climb? You do not know enough yet.
distributes the blame between you and the world, try not to cheat.
If you really do seem to play to lose.
And probably lose.
If you wised up, goes the logic of logic. That living like this does not necessarily win ... but it certainly increases the odds.
still remains in limbo? You know you can not afford it forever.
The fear that binds you by the wrists, the misery that it wears me out the memories ... these are things that make me think that we are damned, sis.
Sentenced to try not to be found to have a new desire to look, between fingers episodes such as guns, bullets being fired if that would at least be honest ... but do not want to be sincere and therefore will never disappear, they will be stretched in a gesture for all our days. And if a few hands will go down it will reach others.
You can survive, if desired, and the bottom is the least we should do.
But I want to tell you not to stop, take risks, to sweat for what you want, that is not free, it can not be ... and maybe even better.
The damned little sister are those that can not be satisfied.
The salvation is that we can always look back.
'll kill the day that I stop to do so.
If you decide to do it first.
The damned little sister are the ones that eventually kill each other.
It 's the price of everything that fucking love, often, indifference.
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