Hay que seguir la lucha con lo que podamos, hasta que podamos. En nuestros locos intentos, renunciamos a lo que somos por lo que esperamos ser.

21 febrero, 2011

Mamma, life has just began, but I've gone and throwed it all away.
Too late: my time has come. Send shivers down my spin, body's aching all
the time. ¡Goodbye, everybody! I have to go, gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. 


Mamma, I don't wanna die, 
I sometimes wish I've never 
been born at all.

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