"Nonexistant support; thats fine.
Discouraging words; I’ll live.
Empty promises; I’ll learn.
Stripped pride; I’ll restore.
Unfair circumstances; thats okay.
Dirty looks; I’ll forget.
Bad memories; I’ll rewrite.
Hollow hearts don’t break, and neither will I.
Hollow hearts don’t break, and neither will I."
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Am I a vermin? Because you called me a parasite, and I feel horrible.
I’ve been spending most of my time hoping that you’d love me back again some day. The potential to be something more than what we are now had always kept me going for these past few weeks; however, I don’t think I can do this anymore. I can see all the beautiful things we could be— and I’m not sure if you ever looked at me like that before—but you don’t see any of that when you look at me. You’re so much colder than you were before. And I thought, I thought I could wait forever you to come around— but I guess I’m not that strong after all. Do I still love you? Honestly, yes, more than you know and more than I’m willing to admit on here. But I can’t, I can’t keep this up. It’s starting to hurt to much.
I want to call you to tell you how sorry I am for all the trouble I’ve caused you. But you don’t have to worry because from now on I won’t be around to a burden. And in spite of everything you said to me, I will always hold you dear to my heart. Goodbye.
The kiss of death.This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
