Losing control. Going out into the street naked in winter, playing with his feet on the ground and discover that everything was a dream ...
tree fell so fast that I broke my bones hurt me now after so long. They hurt, and hurt me not to grab your hand, and lost in the forest, and rip again points the years, the seas that I have inside.
And your silence is being so large that any part is indicated to look for you ... I will not mention, that I hide, I smile and laugh, I miss you, you sigh and continue breathing, watch movies, read books, listen to music, and hear your music, it breaks like glass.
Yes it hurts me every inch of distance away from you ... me
And we'll forget, and will be the worst idea I've ever had ...
were like the rain ...
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