Today I made a new compromise. Yesterday was also a day of compromises and I am sure tomorrow will be the same. A mute life, crowned with blind compromises. False friends that surround you and use your shoulder blindly until… until a softer and warmer shoulder will come along. Today I was in love much more than yesterday. Maybe I will do the exact thing tomorrow. What about me and you? You don’t exist. I don’t exist. We are a continuous train for others to taunt. I uselessly blame others because I still compromise myself. They are too many but that’s no excuse. I wrote to many times the word compromise. I won’t anymore. That is also a compromise that I am making out of fear of visually frustrating you while you read. Today I wanted to smoke and dream. Today I wanted to sing although my voice doesn’t help me. Today I listened to music at maximum volume and I didn’t care. Today I’ve seen people who only cared about the traffic lights. Today I wanted to scream without being heard. Today I wanted to listen to my ears guiding my fingers. Today is over. Maybe tomorrow I won’t compromise myself.
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