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What is there beneath it all?
Beneath severe veneer
and cruel smirk?

What is there?
What is there?

Quotes

Today of all days I find myself reading what is surely one of the things I relate to the most:

"How torturous, it must be, to bear the burden of hurt and pain in isolation"

 Yes, important fictional character. It is so.

"Once años de abandono no se desvanecen de la noche a la mañana, madre".

"Un abrazo y un te quiero efusivos en cada encuentro no compensan una vida de despojo, madre".

"¿Por qué? ¿Por qué ese maldito silencio incólume ante mis palabras, mis lágrimas?"
"Sospecho de usted. ¿Es verdad lo que me dice o son la lástima y la culpa las que hablan por usted?"

Past Despair

Ambiance: Out to Sea - Ólafur Arnalds.

I used to dream of Past's face.

Not constantly. But intermittently.

Eyes like dark heavens.

Twisted body, boarish and desiccate.

Unwanted hands.

Saccharine words, uncomprehended.

Sick mind and all that.

Madman

Last night, I saw a man die.

He shot himself. In his damn mouth.

Nothing more, nothing less.

His demise wasn't tragic nor dramatic.

'Twas pitiful, let me tell you.