nothing
there is no sound of the sea
nothing to hate
nothing to kill or die for
nothing to love
nothing to live for
the dawn still burns the mountains
nothing to hate
nothing to kill or die for
nothing to love
nothing to live for
the dawn still burns the mountains
posted by rorschach at
8:30 AM
2 Comments:
if only
thanks.
see, that's the problem i think - we are the protagonists and, unfortunately or fortunately, also the scriptwriters (at least when concerned with our own part) and therefore when we get messed we laugh at ourselves and hate ourselves at the same time.
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