Some times i think i live in a never ending cicle, i climb all the way to the top to just look down and see you in the way so i slide down all the away, and finally when i catch up with you, my heart is full of cracks, and you are all glued with love from others figthers, so now i'm just waiting something to take place, here where every moment is a perfect place to take another shot of anguish and sadness watching you talk to all your lovers about what you and i planned to be
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
Some times i think i live in a never ending cicle, i climb all the way to the top to just look down and see you in the way so i slide down all the away, and finally when i catch up with you, my heart is full of cracks, and you are all glued with love from others figthers, so now i'm just waiting something to take place, here where every moment is a perfect place to take another shot of anguish and sadness watching you talk to all your lovers about what you and i planned to be
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