The night of my death | Suicidal weapon
Suicide weapon
I gave you the gun and let you choose the day of my death, for I always knew it would come, and what better than in your hands. It is more a choice than a sacrifice.
Not so perfect and not so happy and no, I do not expect a reward for it. They are all here and they embrace each other, yet here they are lamenting. Sadness feeds on what could have been and was not, Joy instead knows that everything will happen and only smiles as a consolation, Anger fears for others with her by her side but knows it is necessary, Complex only thinks about what the neighbors will say and Eloquence thinks about getting the best out of it and fly again.
What Complex doesn't know is that they will always find something to talk about because they can't deal with their lives or they get bored in them and rely on others to cope, I wish sadness could understand once and for all that time can't be returned, maybe that will happen when Ira can transmit what he feels without having to scream.
At the same time Alegría should go out more and not reserve itself only for the moments it already knows, there may be much to explore outside. Eloquence always has the point and end, literally and in many other ways, because it is able to hit bottom, forget the goal and just enjoy the ride, but do not think that it is just that, sometimes everything for her is very bad and self-destructs looking to be reborn again and again.
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