jueves, 24 de enero de 2013


The fear that will never appear as amazing as it is,
I wish I could own me like you do.

The cold hearted woman melted into a straight madness,
And I couldn't run away.
Even though I tried, I couldn't run away.

The stones have broken my spirit and it will never built itself again.
Yet, I'm here, begging.

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