ríen histéricas las almas en soledad. lloran despacio las que no aman mas. al final sí fuimos gotas de un mismo río, pero nos secamos con lentitud.
19.10.10
And I know someday you will Wake up and smell the break-up Realize that we won't make-up It didn't go the way you planned And you'll know you didn't beat me When you look down and see I got an 'I♥?' Written on the back of my hand
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