Monday, March 12, 2007

I can't More

There are times that I ask myself if it will be certain that the things happen, that last a little while single... if in fact single is something momentary. sometimes he is to me absurd to admit that I in the heat of act like any other adolescent depression and that until the things that I do another million already has done it, but that I can do. The dreams went away extinguishing with the sun, the nights frias were recorded in my skin, but the tears todavia ferviertemente fall of my eyes, crossing my face, hiding me the possibilities, drowning me slowly
A person that I know said to me that single she was under the water, and that those small seconds seemed hours, but all she happens, single is necessary to hold, but if those minutes become hours in fact? I am dying, falling, finished. But I cannot judge, that already I am spent, to cry itself privily, to suffer by the other, still I continue being ingenuous, I continue being a person whom it does not love to admit the reality. No, no longer I can, I am on the awares, I lose myself

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