was once a love story at the beginning was very nice, then became routine, then started the mess and end ... begin to experience the emptiness that remains when the person you think you want, not like you. And if you really do not want to show it. And if you show that you want him recently. And you overwhelmed by passions, melting your feelings about a dead body and dumped it never disclosed or even pity and disgust that I have or at least pay back a small percentage of everything you offer him.
And suddenly the pain is severe. As if you had thrown into the bed to mourn and feel that the stomach scissors buries you that by "forgetting" your mother left on the sheets, then cut and sew a hem of your pants. "You can kill your own mother?, Questions trying to blame someone for the misfortune of not knowing who you choose should correspond.
bled to death while you're still waiting for a change. You make your own excuses and turn them into truths.
Give your brain power to be convinced that you are blind and two minutes hit a huge pole that disfigure your face.
The death agony of sighs will loose hope in days, months or years never left, because since childhood while you sit at Mass to ask God for favors and pardons, heard that he is still hopeful because he lost faith, and who lost his faith is a soul without glory.
and reactions, although somewhat late.
one day decide to pull the lever of the toilet is in your brain and watch her eyes filled with tears as low your shit, mixed with the blood of your broken heart. Your vomit is red.
And throw you to decide how much you bitch get on the road with an interest in wanting to change the ugly life you lead. In the few weeks or maybe days, maybe hours, you realize that you waste your time and leave the filthy hotel room taking all your belongings, including drugs that you bought for amazing orgasms. At the end of silent pain wakes you are not the urge to mourn contained in the knot in your throat.
But there's always something better.
When you wake the dead butterflies rested one day in your stomach revive and begin to fly for pleasure. I get excited, want to feel longing and love, and see, feel, think, smell love. Flow
words, feel, say,
I suddenly showed up without permission. You came into my life making you mistress of my feelings, my dreams, my passions, like a breath of hope that hits my senses.
Now please do not go your way without stopping to think about the dire consequences of my broken dreams. Linda
princess who whisper in my ear the fearful sound of love, love my emotions, illuminating my cloudy nights, taking my rebellious feelings of emptiness.
Far as I watch a mesmerizing light that calls me into his arms soft and cozy. About
I feel, helpless, waiting for a word permissive to allow me to burn my body in the burning flame left to pass your lips smiling, subtle, moist.
back the vicious circle, finally the world is lost ...
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