Haters make me famous.
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened - or you can just
leave the pieces on the flor and MOVE THE FUCK ON.
28.7.09
Ayer
sentí que
el
cielo
eras vos,
que
mi vida
solo pasaba por vos,
que
mis labios necesitaban besarte,
que
mis manos pertenecían a tu piel,
que
mis ojos solo podían mirarte
a vos,
que
mi sonrisa era tuya
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