W.S.

Duda que sean fuego las estrellas, duda que el sol se mueva, duda que la verdad sea mentira, pero no dudes jamás de que te amo.

domingo, 15 de enero de 2012

Tell me baby, will you be here when I wake up?

It’s like screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. And they will never understand how much it hurts, you feel hopeless but nothing could save you. And when its over and its gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so you could have her back.

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