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The day I stop breathing ... Remember me

Game to be you in this room so full of air and close the windows and eyes and I can not throw you more of less, now that I feel so far away that I hope to open their eyes and find you waiting in front of me ... Quito
brick by brick the wall that makes me breathe hard and find less anger in my pores, everyday things matter less, rub in a healed wound and stuck in my body ... I have such a thirst for everything I have left dry my eyes.
playing under the sheets and wake me with an empty kiss my past memories, my life story, my stories for not sleeping ...
I look and try to close the doors of my fears and finally have reason to sleep without nightmares.
has never been anyone to fill but my mind, my world as you ...
You, my bullet in the brain ...

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As the day dies silently eats your tongue on my lips and your desire to feel alive seems to revive you ...

five counts until you decide to open their eyes at me one last time while I go up to that distance train with warmth, I feel like I'm going to miss among the many events that you will rub the skin ... I see you running back, ran as fast as I once when I thought that being here was all that was left when he felt that time was not spent and hours in my neck were breaking this heart of glass ...
And some may think that there was no doubt that there was nothing more perfect ... And stop being
to stop being ...

I do not know why (well, yes I know) I'm still here, holding your hand, feeling stronger every day to mine ...