I was thirsty for contact, kisses, lusted, and i got it from a heart, but it meant nothing to me. Me, i am naive i don’t know what loving someone is. so teach me. i may be bounded to you. i hate myself, i am scared, i miss the dead, and the past is stuck in me like the smell of death and blood on a carpet.
i am looking for excitement, something to ma e me feel, i make myself sick, i look for sickness, to feel something physical. i am not true. Estoy encerrada en mi propia cancel. y yo que tengo la llave no se en donde encajarla. quiero llorar, y no es vanidad. por que quiero de verdad. me destroza.
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