I have the fear that all the cocks I
ever sucked now are turning into ghosts that come out of my mouth
saying “you're poisoned, you're poisoned”, and I can't sleep
because I whisper myself all my fears everynight. I feel like a funny
story that a newspaper could make a little paper ball and smash my
face into a wall, destroying me just before I can rest in the bin. I
wish I could rest. But I feel that I have a plague in my body and I
can destroy someone if I give the best of myself. Because it's
poisoned. It's poisoned since the very first moment people tried to
play with me, the ministers thought they could choose for me, my
parents wanted to protect me avoiding me all the pain in the world,
since I wanted to discover what was under my bed. I don't want to
hurt anybody.
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