Stealing lives, she is everywhere, seducing you, provoking you, using all her talents to attract you. She doesn't ask questions; she only wants one thing.
And you, so interesting, with such beautiful eyes full of light, you don't realize her infinite power, her capacity to drag you down.
Her place is hell because the idea that hell doesn't exist is a lie; death is with her. You cannot die in life.
Her seduction is poison; her corners are sick.
All her insanities are with everyone, and you are nothing special.
You also see her as a thing, like animals.
Animals in heat that don't make sense.
Don't follow her paths; her trucks break life; her changes are nothing; her memory has no face.
Your life is worth more than a moment of something that chocolate gives you. In the end, it's just a sign of the need for love. Because love and the face of tenderness are not by your side. The one by your side smells like food, stained clothes with bleach, the hair is not as nice now, no longer waits with sexy clothes, no longer cares about this matter, and that lack makes you lose and look for it anywhere, desperate for that face, that contact.
All that waste is just understanding that I should try to be more romantic at home and not expect so much from a person because there isn't much to give.
There is no princess or prince charming.
There are only people trying to understand life and live in complete confusion. Life is not just a moment; it is full of lasting moments. If you think about good things, they are not the deceitful and wicked ones, but the good ones—the ones that gave you lasting friendships, new things, lent you money, and helped you in sickness. She who has no face doesn't do that for you; she doesn't take care of you in a thousand ways. She only wants your money, and you should never follow her path.
Only God can help you. Try to respect Him and be guided by Him. Only this way will you avoid the path that will kill you.
