viernes, 16 de marzo de 2012

How hard is to know I'm wrong, not accepting the truth. I invent a new reality, although it has nothing of real. My life, what unhealthy, harmful. The kind of love that eventually destroys you and not let you re-emerge. The kind of love that breaks you, isolates you in the depths of yourself. I suppose one day I realized that everyone needs someone, that's why I let him go. 

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