viernes, 2 de marzo de 2012
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It is like to be shouting and that nobody listens to you. Always sit down shamed that someone could be so important that without them you feel as nothing. Nobody entendera all that hurts, you feel ever that you do not have hopes and that anything can save you and when everything has ended and to go away, almost you would wish that everything bad was returning, and this way to be able to have everything good♥
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I am different, already I am not the silly one that was concealing all his love, I spent page already I see you since to someone normally you you deserve to be not even my friend; for everything what you have made me suffer I believe that I do not see you, sit a soft breeze when you go on to my side and already desire do not enter me of kissing itself whenever I you see the eyes. I spend page, already I am not in the classes painting hearts with your name. Now who am I, not as before♥
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Soy otra, ya no soy la tonta que te ocultaba todo su amor, pasé pagina ya te veo como a alguien normal no te mereces ser ni mi amigo; por todo lo que me has hecho sufrir creo que no te veo, siento una suave brisa cuando pasas a mi lado y ya no me entran ganas de besarte cada vez que te veo los ojos. Paso página, ya no estoy en las clases pintando corazones con tu nombre. Ahora se quién soy, no como antes♥
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