Wow remain in this swamp of sadness trying with all my might not sink this time. Decide or endure. Despair and uncertainty. I'm tired of this desolation that came over my bed, my sleepless nights reduced to a pair of wet pillows, while the heart becomes a wolf and asks you to return when no I want to see more.
My intermittent pain grows as you left to feel and do not understand how the magic is that if he slips through your fingers. For more strategy, words or surprises you try, in my eyes as the sun rises not nor am your princess. slowly consumes me this feeling well designed black scar that will eventually run dry, until that awful moment when I have nothing left to give and I have to go.
down there await the shifty eyes and the warmth of a butterfly spirit mouth where the temptation may be my new home and yet here I am or a way you can not even imagine. Save me, heal me, take me with you last time.
Anabel ....
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