No-one else could hurt like I do,
Unless I'm wrong about that too.
Just like everything else.
No-one else could pray like this man,
Wishing that this plane will land.
Just like everyone else.
I don't go to bed and dream,
I sit drinking wine watching Nightscreen.
And no-one else does that.
I'm fucking sure of that much.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
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