when is it now

mardi 11 mars 2014

this is not the last time

this is not the last time it goes a little like being able to lose the game, I too exist, there are not two ways to earn money , you have to work but how to resist boredom pointing his nose as soon as we more strength to face everything collapses , there are more than ashes, all gone up in smoke , I was so happy to have do what is easiest , here I am now forced to sell the house that is inhabited by people , but that is not done , it must obtain permission from the bandit leader who has rented a car sports for the sensation that may cause a flood of friendly positions , but now I'm caught by accident for someone who can help the widow and the orphan, there error destination, I'm not came here to do what you want me to do , I'm pretty on the train I take every day to not have to do a bungee jump , but when I am asked to take a white corridor , j ' hesitation , I brake , I still have time to live , I'm still young , I can still do things, there is no emergency, my god thank you for giving me a discount , I do not know what to do in return , I have little desire, I do not know where to position myself , what to do for others, namely being, have patience , be in, but when it rains I have to find a plan b , a dry place that does not cost me money , I'm looking for is not easy , there is so much contradiction but I go to the market to buy vegetables , so I keep the balance, I do not eat not too fat , I try to play sports, but what bothers me are the bodies of others who sweat under stress, it scares me, I think that there is no way I stress, I need that, I would not come back , it's stronger than me, what I prefer is to walk alone without a relationship with the other

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