Le masque month
---> Never
escribiríaa him. It is as if the words from slipping between the ink and not end to translate the infinite dark shining in my mind. Harsh memories
back and go, returning to the coast of my deepest fear, the fear that surrounds the shell of my thoughts away.
And without a step to the left I lost the course of life, silences that are not compose melody. I just try to find and drown in my endless agony, I stand in the rubble of a finding of light and tangled lilies entwine my sanity.
Do not miss me, do not write, do not cry, because you mist, fly ash in my soul. I do not even perceive your scent wallowed in memories. I have finished writing you
and more insane to accept the final slothful, I accept the pulse lies hidden beneath the fabric thicker.
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San and Kimberly
inspired me was his fault to write this. Btw, how good you do not read them because if you do not know what I mean ... N___n
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