lunes, 9 de septiembre de 2013

My candle is melting...

Screaming, inside out, screaming...

Finally, I'm angry for all the things we didnt say and did.

There's no way back, I've reaching the end of the road so, what could I do, 
start swinming instead of walking?

Drawning instead of living?
I'm just surviving... I'm just surviving.

I'm disappearing.

There's no chance or choice. I'm dying as you are... But still... I fell alive, painfuly alive. 

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