Do you know what is constant with a human being ? The façade. The so many untold thoughts, the repressed feelings, the hidden thoughts. The only impressions you want to give, the only thing you'll ever show to the ennemies. Just like the famous one, “I do not care”. Yeah, right. Deep inside of her, she knows so god damn well nobody's believing it. Of course she cares, of course she wants to fight, of course she wants a fight. So she take weapons, words, implies. But whatever she thinks is right, whatever how tough she has prepared for D-day, she went alone in the ring. But do you know what is important ? I mean, the most important thing ? It's that I know now. I know the façade, I know what's behind. I know I didn't exagerate, I know I wasn't wrong, thinking you'd come, anyway. I know you came to the ring, like I know you know I came too. And I meant to let you see I had seen, that I saw the words. And I could have thought I was wrong. But you've changed them. You've changed your wall, your façade of missunderstanding. So easy to pretend “I don't understand what she's talking about and don't give a fuck”. But now I know. Finally, I'm laughing, so released you prooved me you saw what I meant. By changing some words, you gave up, walking right into a kind of trap. Finaly, it's over. From now on, the only important thing, I know she knows.
ps : je précise que j'ai écrit ce texte hier soir, sur 08-15am.skyrock.com, alors que je croyais celui ci enterré. Skyrock peut donc ressuciter les morts.