Fucking trips,
Fucking dreams!
Where I can not fly and high.
I hate you,
I hate the way that you look at me,
As a candy bar.
then you eat,
and spit off.
‘Cause the taste.
That you like,
but can not desire.
You are fucking proud.
Fuck you!!!
Sometime I wonder that
anything like this, happen.
But I am not like a God…
if I were,
I just want a gift.
A gift like you!
Igor Lukasevicius
10/5/2006
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