Tell me. I do not know.
Sometimes I look at this dead city and the heart seems to stop.
The world is no longer mine.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I would love a little 'less.
I wanted to understand before you speak.
learn before teaching.
But you know, it's not in my nature.
not like that. I feel
only.
But this is only half true.
You may say that they are only what I was.
What I've always been.
ingorante little reckless noble.
But I'm just scattered in the Garden.
Such is naive, so sincere.
Without fear of anything, like a child.
Why, my beautiful one, I tell you this?
Why tonight?
possible that you still love her so much?
Sometimes I seem to have forgotten your voice.
have forgotten how to get lost inside of you.
I wish I could not think.
not think of anything.
What have you done? What I've done, tell me.
see you again in the lights of the streets at night.
In the scent of my little mortal lover.
I see your actions in passing, the color, that color.
Everywhere.
I have no regrets.
I just can not.
I can not live like you want.
I can not believe what you believe.
I always thought that love would go further.
I always believed in what they are.
AND ARE.
Why I can only exist if you exist too?
because black can not, absolutely can not exist without white?
Lestat.
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