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Dec 13
Live for the truth
no matter where it takes you.
Share it with me.

**** me with it, let me die in it.
I will always be grateful
my truthful friend
        my sibling in truth.

                           Let me not be buried alive
under the weight of beautiful lies.

You know me
                    I like to breathe
Don’t spare me
the pain in the lungs brings hope - I live.

I know you
              you’ll help me fight for the truth no matter where it takes me.

I will always be grateful, but tell me the truth, just the truth: Am I breathing? My chest feels heavy.
—On a day that locking the door and closing the windows for a few years is tempting.
lluvia de abril
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lluvia de abril
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