Why are my eyes always shifting away from everyone else's eyes?  A minor case; major depressive.  A fantastic film score.  My father's bike; my weight descending, with nothing to wait for.  Then I push my hair back.  Then I mess it up.  Then I bite my tongue from singing what you'll all say.  "You swore that you would live your life without regret.  Well, what do you wait for?”  I fucked up.  I won't cut my arms off, that won't keep me warm at night.  And I'll do my best to live my life without regret.

 

 

Pagaría lo que sea por dejar de llorar. Sólo digan cuánto y lo haré. Si me tengo que estropear las manos contra la tierra para entender, entonces ya fue…

pero basta,

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