twin souls

A man can get used to repressing the anger of many years, to get used to being blind and not seeing anything, to get used to seeing shit and never being disgusted.
She was a soul mate for someone who was only passing by. She did not see him as one who lives in exile and returns with himself a piece of bread every day. Her husband hates her very much, hates her and hates every detail in her, even the body that he used to come to him every evening. He slept next to him and did not even care about his weight. on the bed.

He did not feel at all, and she was reciprocated by a sad state of love, she did not know how she should hate, because her conditions were only accustomed to the weary angelic love.
She was on one foot because she was unable to give birth to a tiny soul piece that would surely be whipped one day.
She loved the lily very much, the lilac, the lavender and the orchid, the wild carnation was also special to her..
She never missed anyone, she was used to being in a lonely galaxy attached to a lonely space.

Love can be foul, and a soul mate can not be near, the soul is extinguished away from its twin, it shrinks until it becomes dust, where it waits for its shadow every day and it does not come, it does not want anything specific, it wants to bury it with his hands, so that they die together, in the dust One, on one earth, she is sure that twin souls die inside her and never get angry.