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What the hell ...

not know why, but sometimes I like to stop see the world like a great person you must s Educe ... simply, in the morning, when I open my eyes, and like me in that day I, try to find ways to conquer, and to see that come to see a mirror image that accompanies the life you want to seduce, is something that provokes me, and neither would ...
and if I feel well, because I think that the only accomplice in well-kept secret, is a nonexistent one, and on nights like this where I feel there who seduced, there is nobody to play, and smiles after pictures in thoughts, I see that there is this complicated, and I, who wanted to count each one, and feel that I do any good, and if during the day, I feel I can do, and take value to count, I would have no case because the weight that is because they can not be counted, at last, after all, is all a matter of perspective ...

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good bye, so long ...

is a bit of this and a bit of that ...
; , and I find myself lying in the middle of nodes where it fits my body well, I try to wake him to start the week, but seems to be totally independent ...

I woke up thinking of the same questions, and as the beginning of a week abnormal (... on a Tuesday) I feel a strange move, I can get the answers graciously, are in my own head, another things I get to give grace is when I see that I can get something totally me, but I want to do, I'd rather feel "that" a little more, is one of those many laps that I gimmicky but already where it ends. .



and I think "a little of this, and some other" that is, to terminate, to let go .... and today, I woke up with the desire to lock up (what) all in a box ...

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close my eyes ... Desecration smile

- Wait. - Why? - I do not know. Just wait ... for a while

- Look at it out here, it's all falling apart. I'm erasing you and I'm happy!


.. again ... ; ... is, I think, and I believe him, and we believe that world, where we can create, though, the abyss painted, I still think I can wait, because no longer to be who wanted to be: the work of the teacher who put his brush over someone who was.

... but the day comes where they dropped their brushes and evil is drawn with a smile ...