"Everything, except boredom, bores me,
I'd like, without being calm, to calm down,
To take life everyday
Like a medicine -
One of those medicines everybody takes.
I aspired so much, dreamed so much,
That so much made me into nothing.
My hands grew cold
From just waiting for the enchantment
Of the love that would warm them up at last.
Cold, empty
Hands."
Source: http://pausol.tumblr.com
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