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Jun 2015
What do I believe in?

What is truth?

I know that I believe in myself. I believe in my most delicate and intangible feelings. Everything is intangible in the end though, is it not?

My most precious liquid mustn't spill.

They are all my feelings, no matter what. Alone. I am alone.

I am always and forever alone, no matter what.
Cruz Santiago
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Cruz Santiago  NYC
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