If I kiss you where it's sore, will you feel better?



You could be happy and I won't know, but you weren't happy the day I watched you go. And all the things that I wished I had not said are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head. Is it too late to remind you how we were? But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur. Most of what I remember makes me sure I should have stopped you from walking out the door. You could be happy, I hope you are. You made me happier than I'd been by far. Somehow everything I own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment it's all not true. Do the things that you always wanted to, without me there to hold you back. Don't think, just do. More than anything I want to see you, boy; take a glorious bite out of the whole world.

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Florci [= dijo...

AY AY AY DANITA, QUE LEVANTE MUJER EEEEH! x) ;; QUIERO UNO! U.U ; TE QUIERO BANDA BLDA! NOS VEMOS :)

big teaser dijo...

Me copa tu blog.

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