...of losing everything in an evening. Of ending something that doesn't even begin. Of being hurt, and hurt. Of not being what you expect. Of being for ever not hungry. Of kissing you and you don't. Of being for ever writing in this fucking blog, without noticing that Friday has come...
1 comentario:
no este /afreid/.
hay tanto que hcaer y tantas sensaciones por sentir que estar afraid.
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