Where is she ? The one that will take and love me. The love of my life. I think she might be hiding or running. But what could be her reason? I'm here waiting for her, alone. Know me down! I want you to do it. The desperation of being alone is eating my soul. It reminds me every day to stay awake and not to fall asleep 'cause I'd miss her. I've seen her in my dreams and been awake it's like she was never there. When I've been with her I don't recognize her. But I know she recognizes me and she is afraid. But I tell my lovely pixie of my life.
Don't be.
Don't be.
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"The love of my life. I think (s)he might be hiding or running."
siempre es lo mismo amigo .. siempre es lo mismo .. :/
hagamos un club .. compremos algo para pasar el tiempo sin que se note ?....
Solo para esperar que se aburra de esperar que uno diga "1.2.3 por tí!" y se digne a aparecer :) sin miedos :P
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