Sta.sh
Il fait froid mais je ne sens rien. Je voudrais que tu sois la tellement, et même si tu ne peux pas me comprendre, je voudrais te voir. Je voudrais que tu me dise que…tu pense a moi. Qu’il ne faut pas s’inquiéter…des exagérations sur ce que j’aimerais voir. Sur ce que j’adorais croire. Je passe mon temps a penser a toi…et je me sens si faible, une maladresse incroyable, une révérence que je ne sasserais de croire. Je ne veux pas de mots sans sens….je ne veux pas être sans…quelque sois la dance, une danse, de folie, de gloire, d’incendie et de fleure, de fleure par milliers qui tombent autours de nous et qui nous entraine dans une voix…d’une voix…une chaine de mots qui s’agrandis a fur et a mesures qu’on s’approche de la fin..tiens ma main…mais je te perds…je te perds..
Tu es trop loin
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The promt was 'just do sumfnk gaii'
*HEADPALM*
just surely th best way to insult is to show someone can't spell...
actually. on second thought...
i think that was sarcasm.
but in a good way.
And yeah, if they're gonna be low and homophobic, I'll be low and Grammar Nazi-ist
Ah, good sarcasm.. how I love thou.
Argh it's that razz thing again
and
It is cold but i feel nothing. I want you to be here so much, and even if you can't understand, I would like to see you. I want you to tell me...that you think of me. That there is no need to worry...exagerations to what i'd like to see. What i'd love to believe. I spend my time thinking of you...and i feel so weak, an incredible clumsiness, reverance that i won't seize to believe. I do not want words with no meaning...I do not want to be without...whatever the dance, a dance, of insanity, of glory, incedendiary and flowers...flowers by thousands that fall around us and lead us with a voice..with a voice...a chain of words that grows longer as we approach the end...hold my hand..but i am losing you...i am losing you...
You are too far.