* A year ago I got one big kick in the ass ...
The cream on the floor ... head start in the middle ...
and heart falling into unknown depths eddies ...
An unexpected upheavals ... opened the floor ...
Projects spoken until the day before, shipwrecked ...
a life project that collapsed a day to the next, including
share love, life and healing
my own disease ...
patadon And after that I took a year to trace my life ...
is that life is kicking you never expected ...
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| May 14, 2010 |
Especially after receiving two days pampering, pampering the project argues that two days later and were not ...
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| May 16, 2010 |
Especially when you get hearts ... many ... too? ... one day before ...
Finally after a year one understands ...
understand their own paparulez to believe blindly in those who least deserve ...
understand that such talk and mime are both empty and do not find meaning ... what so many lies?
understand that there are people who always speak from the soul without beautiful words and invent with a huge heart that never existed, a heart that is part to their own scams, because we know that nothing is free ...
understand the emptiness of words ...
still see comments that include inmensísimos hugs (easy to write virtual hugs or sit or dan) ... Go Cats
once again play lovers to pave the way to the back of your love, as happened in this shanty.
words were crossed with a condescension that disgusts and understands that he who seeks to be liked by everyone is because it is not accepted as it is ...
when you read that someone is a close friend of critics (and even angry when I defended) ... Ever hear music that praises, praises the work in the same words you did with my doodles, supporting words, principles, opinions always evaluated as gaps and misunderstandings ...
When you cross you continue with comments here and there that are inconsistent, and many scattered chuik chuik cloying ad nauseum ... beginning to realize what one sees (or almost anyone).
See how the thousand masks are falling apart and you feel that nature balances things, that huge heart attack and finds it unfortunate that seeks ... Who speaks of love of life and destroying the very lives of others kidding, that he speaks of recipes and special powers that can change lives and the moodiness does not speak from his own experience but quoting words that repeat both empty. Who speaks of freedom and joy lives handled. Who speaks to breathe fresh air and beautiful skies, and good energy, the experience with his nose in front of a monitor.
And that's when you feel that there is an end point.
not "here nothing has happened "or" was the worst thing I experienced in my life "you received a year ago. One final point that closes a story for you, a story more to the other.
And that closes well. the other person will continue its course of lies and manipulation, that his "crazy shit" and the need to address threats to another post, but no longer affects you as ominous of his being ... Not
killed in any attack but that for you is dead, gone, not with the "do not exist" resentful, but really is not. You can not screw you over, fuck those who are left, but you do not, and you know there is nothing good to receive it.
Then feel calm, a balm that gives you peace after so much feeling that you cheated and ill ... the tranquility of your window is still open and do not pass and no plundering, because it is not lower blinds, it is open to ...
scars are obviously in the heart ... in the soul, which was discovered by reflection ... After many hours looking for someone who speaks both from the soul, you see your own soul to the void that you discover the other side. There
endpoints that hurt ... Today
This gives me the opposite.
And obviously I do not regret it lived, as delivered, in what sense. FINAL POINT
And in a while I'll go for a walk, breathe skies and good energy ... not the pixelated, of which the legs and refresh tired skin ...
Sometimes I do not love life, I doubt ...
but I'm sure of is that I live.
delirium *
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