* ~ * ~ * ~ Go
48 hours ...
48 hours ... and even what they ate is killing me right now. I have not eaten, I had lunch together with the lack of inspiracióny other desperate situations I are making me feel terrible, desperate ... y. .. nor tears, nor cries, nor the destruction No and no hands covered with wounds, scars and blood have allowed me to vent enough
for 48 hours ...
48 hours ... and now mainly attribute my current climate ...
to my stomach and my discomfort too sensitive ...
to my lack of humor desesinspiración ... Frustration
A lack of ideas ...
And some thing I have fear of discovering ...
The lack of consistency, accuracy and Musa germplasm life ...
Today ... today I have only wanted to close my eyes ...
Let the water run ...
And to be ... be in your arms ...
... let it run ....
and screams ...
to tear ... I can not creerllooooooooooooooooooo
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