He dejado de sentir.
It took me ten years to kiss the last man I loved How can I tell you now, baby? You’re not the one I long for I wish I could fit the picture stronger, happier. Just not a ripped fracture in tune and soul with disaster. I miss the old days with laughter those atomical dreams arriving the morning after. But I know the deal of these things that end faster the moments of pain act as reminder. I don’t wish you love, I don’t want your torture I just feel like heaven should see you butchered. Cover yourself in the blood of these veins. Hide under mechanical wires of agony and disdain just never blame me, for i am done with rage
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