Q tell a story, yes, these are things in life,
are things in life how many times I dropped along eh
of this life and learned to get up eh
q drop in that eternal punishment is not forgotten either with reefer
over drinks or game you can play well and lose the game
or by arriesgarte you imagine
q colleagues come to betray any more questions
you just have to solucionarte few sentences from reaching ahogarte
how many beautiful ladies got
conquistarte when something is not right you can not save
q silence you know something needed to fill the vacuum should
continue strong well into this straight line path
hundirte never have to fight and still upright but when
wait all goes wrong is not always rush to watch
Your photo will cloudy me sight
eh always been pessimistic and I believe will remain q DQ everything
I will like you and memories I still was not good seeing you
INTENT I could not forget your betrayal
DQ died broke and my heart stopped beating me lock
in your jail without proper justification DQ you left you wondering
without giving me an explanation
thank God I became a life niñado distrustful DQ
you should stick to just accept them in my eyes is only hatred and
and a DQ do not know pure bitterness
pain that feels to lose everything I enclosed in the
in a corner room and I began to mourn and tell me of ke
hell if you no longer serves these!
I want to erase from my mind all the bad moments I want
remain strong even one child but you devastated
I see that reflected in dark glass
recalling those days together in that portal in which
rosaba your lips that time I remember that was cool
I wanted to be with you till the end
are things in life are things of things your story
from day to day and penalties but also glory days in
that fly in the days that you fall in mass graves in the
ai bad herb garden planted roses and also because
are things in life are things in your history of things
day to day and penalties but also in glory days
those who fly days you fall in mass graves in the garden
ai bad grass planted roses and also one day everything will be more clouds there are no longer wanted to live there is nothing
so there is nothing to keep aga and smile at the end q is a just punishment to live with their ends only with a desire to cut the veins
because friends because they fail days as a rule I trust in you and friendship deforms easily escaped my fragile mind of every phrase and sentence between
BOX hype and I left the mud if they blindly look around and just as well on our true friends only one in a hundred is that I can only trust
in the pen and paper to tell my life because I do not feel like a stupid story a secret to one of my most profound since neither will laugh at me or
I found out around the world an q failed so many times already lost the account and can not remember the truth maybe about thirty or forty-q is more than half under a
mask is the mask will move interest, greed, nothing lost earning more of those friendships where he never won iran
every day I wonder where iran no longer expect anything from anyone I do not expect q I understand not mention a name or I do not think is worth q q does not exist
I have friends aunq me to be myself k can live alone without falling into the abyss is the story of any story anywhere you can not trust anyone
fallarte these are only tips that can give you this pequeñasco but after i left in your hands what to trust DQ time is changing but people
DQ also passes the time and never going to stop DQ kedan many things yet to learn even DQ is a path in life that even I
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graves in the garden and planted grass ai bad because they‘re too rosas things in life are things in your history of things day by day and penalties but also
glory days in which fly in the days that you fall in mass graves in the garden, planted grass and too bad i roses and these are things in life chapters of
my history that the fairy tale turned into more Slag pity that glory in crying over spilled a me Unfortunately because almoada acclaimed and me
attached to the striped bed paranoia of a bitter loneliness, I left the lady that really loved each morning under savannas
I cry thinking of you that evening last q discussed was the look I saw you and I wonder How to kiss each q DQ gave me confidence in you and the DQ was the answer
q DQ was missing was the luck with me I am never surprised q does not create or a pinch in the maze-sac hope you seek and you will not find in the
q is the only place in my thinking well inside exactly where the feelings are the cries since then my heart beats slow after
months and sometimes I still think it was your child when those kisses x neck slowly and with affection that I gave me filled with esperansa and ilusion
Recondo the day I died in my heart I remember q q my life I doubt you would have given q q there is someone you love like you eh never loved you miss anything
DQ everything you say I want to fall asleep and never wake up knowing you lost q aunq me to accept it and keep trying to forget in my thinking but do not know if it is ke
q What are the pride we all know leads nowhere everything is dark since the day I left I got the luck back and lost hope
Time does not forgive and forget does not expect the needle Avans years and never forgive and forget, I feel lonely and empty I never regretted the time we live together q
are things in life are things in your history of things day by day and penalties but also glory days in which fly in the days that you fall in mass graves in the
ai garden planted grass and bad because they‘re too rosas things in life are things in your history of things day by day and penalties but also glory days in
that fly in the days that you fall in mass graves in the garden, planted grass and too bad i roses q life is shit besides we do not corroborated
nothing about it and we embers crusamos easy to hide kejarse stifle penalties in bottles without thinking about any consequences when q conyeba
engañate to live q committed say life is beautiful spend hours days months and years even trust her step and the damage already You need the live this morning
is the story of someone who no longer trusts anything q appreciates what you have before you exhaust k DQ many repent and it is too late and spill
tears alone in a silence broken Avans slow time in your body died and lived every moment as if it were your last breath of air
contaminated in the twilight final verse of the last final chapter to this episode as a call q has no title..