I looked in the face of reality. It made me sick. Male
by volermene strongly to go home and hide in the eyes of the world.
People see and not everyone is so into herself not to recognize a broken heart when angry faces.
And then it happens that you put them in the car, waiting, while outside in your city starts to rain, and while you wonder how can you protect yourself from unexpected things that fall without being prepared to let go without the possibility of Thee no one takes you back in my arms, you see something that reminds you of stuff you would not have wanted that.
The memories do more harm unexpected stroke itself.
Why is not the one that burns more, but think back to that night you came home and threw up all the sweet thoughts, all the love you had given and taken, all smiles and the warmth that was there.
missing things inside.
missing hugs but do not want more than anyone.
And you want those of a specific person. That
there that would know how to tighten even as you can imagine.
Then, however, you realize that you are not even able to feel that fire.
And let your heart always return to where it was until recently: in the freezer sottoscala.
Gramigna.
Then, however, you realize that you are not even able to feel that fire.
And let your heart always return to where it was until recently: in the freezer sottoscala.
Gramigna.
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