| This is truly one of my favourite pieces about an old friend of mine. He left me long ago, but I have never forgotten him. |
| This is truly one of my favourite pieces about an old friend of mine. He left me long ago, but I have never forgotten him. |


Left BehindThere was a time that you would have told me I was foolish, but today you face me in silent defiance. Not a word to be spoken to your forgotten friend. I hate you. I hate you for not telling me how wrong I am. I hate you for changing without me. I hate you. You have left me behind, and for that I will always remember you.Left Behind


Just To Hear Myself TalkIt is perhaps the most peculiar thing that thoughts such as these invade me in the wee hours of the morning. I know not if you would know what I meant when I told you that ,although I haven't even seen your face, I love you with every fiber of my being. That although I have never heard you speak, your words are the air that I breath. And that even though I may never hold you, or kiss you, that you mean more to me than you will ever know. I don't know why I am writing this, or who it is meant for, but I hope, more than anything else in this world, that when they read it, they will know that I mean every word of it.Just To Hear Myself Talk


SuccinctPlease..........let me breathe. If only for a moment let me put my head above the water. I want coherence. I want equilibrium. Let me rest, please, just let me rest. If only for a second let me sleep. I want to fade back into peace, and let everything around me dissolve into the melody or life. Wake me up when this is all gone. I will not have it any other way. Wake me up when the flowers are all blooming. Not a moment to soon, and not a second to late.Succinct


ForethoughtBackwards, regressing ever further into the naive and awkward past, I find my pen is dull and my mind is duller. Oh, how I have left my art for the little trivialities that life had swooned me with. I have found such beauty in your eyes and I now realize that what was empty, now kindles a flame. To you Alex, my deepest affection, for though you would not have me I will gladly be by your side. To you Christmas, you are blooming. I can tell that the smoke is clearing and perhaps, with time, you will finally get what you crave the most, and I will tell you this. I will never stand in the way of somebody who truly cares for the one that they pursForethought
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¿que es falete?
¿un Tio o una Tia?
falete es dos hombres tres mujeres y un oso panda xDDD
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