Mad Insomnia.I'm afraid. Why? My dreams. My body is frozen. The mirror look at to me, under the glass skin. " Why make you so sick? " A grim eye. Mine. My Only eye. Everything is grey. I feel the anger rising insidiously, as several years previously. Suffocates my smiles but keeps the arrogant, disguised. My dream was to become an empty shell. I don't dare any more.. For a haven of peace, I close my eyes.Cyberpink-Monster
Anxiety ! Anxiety! Not again! Talk to me. Again. More. Talk to me again. Take me in your arms. Kill it. Save me...
Ugly! You're squalid, squalid! 50 kilos and you're a demijohn! You can't put any more skirt/short... You look like a ugly Bibendum! You are disgusting with your curves. Nobody deserves to see this despicable body, NOBODY!
Insomnia. The merciless alarm clock. My mad brain loves endure to me one thousand ill treatment.
Voici notre "récital lexical" 2013 par Mathieu Dibelius:
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