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Nicop
Buenos Aires
me desespera que pase el tiempo que el recuerdo se haga viejo qué lo poco que me piense se vaya por completo y me olvide sin saberlo.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
Ansiedad
I miss... missing you chasing you wishing for you to wish for me. I miss... excitedly telling you who I am and who I wish to be. I miss... not knowing when I would see you hold you exhale your breath. I love us now... don't misunderstand... but the anticipation and the adventure at times get over-powered by the day. I miss... our breathless creativity and the almost violent need to be close.
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
I miss.. missing you
i think about a lot of things and most of them don't stay for long but if i had to sum it up, for you, i think i'd try. i think about my memories and replay laughs and lessons, kisses and the first time seeing people who i now know well. i think about the near future and try to tame expectations and try to focus on the now but sometimes it gets tough. i often feel like dipping in and out of life like something rolling back and forth along the wave break resting now and then. but mostly i just think of that which is before me like a map or flower or a shadow or whatever form i find. so when you asked me what i think it at first seemed a riddle, for i'm not sure that i think at all now that i think about it.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
He ask me what i think
So I'll light this candle and I'll remember you I'll open up my window and see you in the moon I would ask you to come back here and iluminate my room but I know you're somewhere out there with much better things to do So I'll light this candle and I'll remember you.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Candle
you and I are two different souls, living on two separate worlds that collided once just to be parted and never meet again.
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
When you and I collided
Caught in this net of time, the restless nights create a paradoxical paradigm. Caught in this head of mine, chasing after false hope that imitates the divine. Caught in this reality of ours, staring at the stars until we snap back into the lonely bar's guitars.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Caught up II