Is it that bad? Close out the world, try to ignore anybody elses mind and heart. Is it that hard? Sit down and close your fingers around what you're sure can be called "happiness". Is it already sliding down, down under the pretty parquet of your being an hypocrite? You murmur you can't judge anyone, but your eyes are suspicios and your fingers are crossed. Your smile is a crooked one, while you swear you don't care. It does get hard to breathe, when the air's too cold to be chewed. Can the person you have on your side compensate for the loss of another one, of a whole world of memories? Can you still pretend that everything is gonna be allright? Drink up your never-land cup of dreams, smell its fragility. Do smile, or you won't survive. Do laugh, or you'll be left behind by your own finger and toes.
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