don't_tease amy nada me with the better life that i won't now be living. you're either sweeping me off my feet, like the master le couer that you are, or you are leaving me alone, letting me go, wishing me the best, hoping i reap the better side of justice, a good death, and, in the next veil, finding an existence that cheats me less. in return, i would wish for you all that seems right to you, and to put off whatever blows life has for you until they will be felt like simple dust of existence, to be swept away when the moment suits you. 090827 what's it to you? who go blather from