Tra Arte e Realtà

I feel washed up, cut off my own life, and I’m sad about it, because if I haven’t my life, i have nothing.

You, all of you, take all from myself, are you maybe kidding me? Are you JOKING?

Get out, I don’t feel safe, and you’re only beats,I hate all of you, and your way of live, of survive.

Cheat, mean, filthy, hatred.