quarta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2014

The echo of my words

Do not dare to read my words. There's only void in what I write. I am but a fearful soldier, a forsaken wanderer, falling into the darkest pit. And as I drown myself in sorrow, I lie. I lie in what I write so that the pain is lost in the echo of my words.

Tomás Roda

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