I dry my tears in the sun rocking my desperation,
And the eternal conflict that cradle my days dissipate,
Beetwen the fog which covers the dreamlike spectacle of my life.
If I get swept up in passion I start shaking and I become a weakling.
Thats why I prefer coldness and distance, thats why I prefer dont let feelings destabilize my stepts.
domingo, 16 de noviembre de 2014
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