sábado, 6 de agosto de 2011

I dreamed with you last night, again.
I'm determinated to forget you, It's something bad with me?
I always make ilusions with persons, I always expect more.
I'm a dumb.

You're the medicine. and you're the virus at the same time.





( a lot of random stuff right now)
(searching for my old poems)

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