Throbbing Pain In Shoulder Blade

Beast

try to hold my glass of wine with their hands tied behind their backs, I've never been so drunk I do not care what I see, not really, I do not care that the next day my eyes were swollen in the corner of my room and my head wander around the house in search of silence. I sharpen knives on Fridays, the god Bacchus, day lighting, night ... I feel electric, stay away ... Corro
the mirror, I see these red lips and smile, you smile, if you had not noticed ...

I'm not lost, no, not until they find the 2.00 in the morning ...

If we want to be beasts of the night, you can lose your head ...

Let

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9 crimes

out with the trash. This is not what I I do. It is the wrong place to be thinking of you. It's the wrong time for someone new. It's a small crime, and I have no excuse. Okay? Give my gun away when it charged. Okay? If you do not shoot it how am I supposed to sustain it? Right? Give my gun away when it charged. Okay, all right? " Let
out with the trash. This is not what I do. Is the wrong place to walk cheating. It's the wrong time but it is taking the trouble. It's a small crime, and I have no excuse. Okay? Give my gun away when it charged. Okay? If you do not shoot it how am I supposed to sustain it? Okay? Give my gun away when it charged. Okay, all right? "
right? Right? Is this OK?
right? Right? Is this OK? No. ..

Damien Rice

Optive With Contacts In?

5 minutes you

lying each time I see you, but that would be a way out, this is not a battle. And why do not I cry?, And why every second that passes I feel a little more happy ...?
5 minutes, only that would make me smile. 5 minutes of what you want me. 5 minutes to entangle my fingers in your hair ...
Now gimme that gun blanks we buy, I want to download. Now sit next to me and say nothing, do not say you do, do not say we will not tell me the 5 minutes run out. Keep me out of my reach. And smile, smile to me that those 5 minutes you would not be the same without seeing you smile ...

If I Have A Fungus Should I Give Blood?

* Emotions *


The 7 in the morning. Always 7. Sitting in a car, sitting next to you without destination. This train has derailed hours, my heart every time go faster. Seconds, seconds that seem microseconds, seconds that last a life on my skin. Nearby, increasingly, hours of anticipation. Lies do truths, without being, without regard, my stomach is empty, apart, completely entangled in your silence. Mia, guilt, loneliness, provocations, illusions ... these are mine ...
Too many steps, too many scars on the soul suicide, too many disappointments and a broken heart and mended.
In my stories there is usually no happy endings in my stories emotions, emotions are always unpaid ...