Hace unas horas escribía sobre la bella vida y sus incontables sorpresas...nunca tuve tiempo de publicarlo, porque ahora la historia es diferente. La vida gira incontrolablemente, cada vez que golpea parece haber practicado para aumentar su lección; nunca des nada por sentado, nunca bajes la guardia, nunca creas, porque cuando menos te lo esperes un ángel puede llegar...y herir a muerte...
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Cruel to the eye, I walked in just to find... that cruel to the heart, I came just to hear you lie, why did I even tried? why did I let you get inside? Oh why? God why?
I can't breathe, the air once so thin now burns bit by bit. I barely can hold myself together, I'm not anymore with me while I curse myself with the words trembling in my head.
Nothing makes sense anymore, I'm out of my mind, out of this world, but that's all I want, I want out.
I have to be alone, I beg for my solitude, I've never needed anything more, because when something so good ends so bad there are no solutions but those given by the night. When not even crying worths the shot, when there's nothing you can do to understand, when something is stolen away and is not going back, when you don't know what to say and don't know where to start it is the perfect time to fly.
What was I thinking? Did I honestly believe I could live like this?...the only thing that matters now is that if he thinked love is blind and I wouldn't see the flaws between the lies...surprise!!
If he thinks that every time I see him I will miss and cry...no, not me, not I.
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