're blond and skinny and I read the pain in each eye, and even in the limbs, arms and legs you yelling, even talking in his sleep. I do not know how to frame because I think that a piss from the balcony and throw up everywhere can not bring out all that sweetness.
You know what I'm thinking, sometimes? I'm a happy person. Not happy, not esististono happy people, maybe some tropical animals, but people do not. And in those moments I like to walk alone and think about how my voice might sound to the ears of the people and even though my feet break out from the pain continued to walk home I stop and maybe even take an ice cream, pistachio and almond Please .
seem small when you wear paranoia, and I keep touching up the front while vomiting, then I embrace you until you stop saying that it can not do it anymore.
I would give you all that I see the sunrise from the window of the bus but you usually fall asleep with her head on my shoulder and I would somehow keep that sun is breaking and let you see later, when the head has stopped spinning.
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