Hey!
Have you noticed I edited my lj? Aw, it took like ... a day, between finding the moodtheme and all that. __.
Anyway, here I am, this time with something so personal and trying to find inspiration in my Maruchan chicharito. (Nah, sorry, I'm chistosita: $)
'm Such a Mess, I know it, and? I love being to mess @. @
Let's ... death and pain. Cool ~
--->
The scarlet strokes roamed the razor's edge. Has seen a few drops of your arm and repentance came in a steady stream. But there is nothing to do for your soul caged in bitterness and resentment against his own reflection. Drawing
the remains of his memoirs, he discovered that they are disfigured and powdered, stored in a corner of his mind. Surprisingly, that's no regrets, no regrets even their memories.
After the nostalgic evening, time seems to collapse and hang over your head. The funny raindrops roll over the smooth surface of the window. And yet, already has committed the worst of their sins.
Nobody is total silence that overwhelms the mind helpless. The mirror never see the smooth lines of your lips, dark eyes that threaten to engulf the patience.
I know, never again touch the skin of his illusion. What will
of his soul when finished spilling his life?
--->
Duuh ... you know you leave a comment and add you xD, well read and so all of my insanities. : D Later
I'm sure I'll post Something Completely in Inglés, yeah, later ... Auf wiedersehen
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