domingo, abril 25, 2010
so we meet again to cry and realize how much these lyrics mean to me. it isn't a coincidence... old habits seem to want to stick around for good. i look at my mistakes and hide them while, fortunately, there's a cold help and unexpecting eyes around.
i thought i could do it.
i know i can do it.
but it is so hard... the dark passenger just won't leave. and i can't kick him out. not alone. i need a reason and i don't think i have it anymore, because the reason or the excuse i'm looking for is pathetic. i shouldn't be needing this. but i do.
i do.
oh gosh...i do.
Así habló cabeza borradora a las 8:08 PM
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a las 5:42 PM
getaddicted escupió... me meto acá como una vez cada 500 años, pero sigue siendo leer pensamientos que no sean la sopa de letras de uno mismo ajajajajja , un beso Mokka ! :*
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a las 5:42 PM
getaddicted escupió...
sigue siendo AGRADABLE , me comieron una palabra :B
