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Watch your fragile ROOTSI want to give birth to my little monster
And think that will be attacked, battered,
And savagely devoured by vultures,
Masked by Bender compassionate human beings.
I'm talking to my soul,
And while I sip greedily my blood,
I think the common people do not have the TOOLS to understand
My Inner Universe.
Surrounded by these atrocities,
I can only hope to die young.
Sounds, voices crackling, unnecessary and bad melodies,
Thousands of times echo
Inside my mind,
Whose job is to stun my perception,
Choke my amplified senses,
And trapped me in the popular and crowded
Cage of human pathos.
I do not believe in trends.
Pieces of soulOh pain,
Transvestite of joy you formed me from the depths of nothingness,
I have always suppressed and prevented, the omens
That my heart felt,
And now, only now, reveal your true face, oh sorrow,
Only now I see the reflection of myself on your clear eyes.
Only now I can answer many questions
I offer and I always place myself.
You lifted away all your veils,
You threw away your many forms,
Now you're here in front of me,
Desperate and sincere,
Looking at someone the pure comfort of sadness.
Is paradoxical, but I feel that only you
I find the understanding I seek.
And it is infinitely brutal to think that
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More