Ni ella ni yo pensamos disculparnos por nuestras palabras. No se disculpa el sol aunque queme ni la luna aunque en ocasiones aterre. Yo amo, todo aquello que pueda ser amable, y como me rehúso a esconderme, he aquí mi escape.

24 ene. 2014

20/01/14

Would you wait ---* ?
Shut your mouth, no one wants to listen.
They don't want to know, no one cares.
You're on your own.
And that's how you lose it,
how you end up in a lonely place full of memories.
Aren't you capable of keeping your mouth shut?
Cry, scream, but be quiet.
Be as silent as you can, so they can't say you're a wack,
so they don't call you weird,
so they don't stop loving you.

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It'll all be shaken.
It'll all pass.

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