Sore On Ankle That Won't Heal

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VS-Qb47x5U

Routine in the veins Sometimes my

What beggars

thoughts crust


They bow to the ground and receive caresses
who do not want to serve



I have the power to mourn

In the heart

From the people who do not know who does not risk not wins and loses no

That only the cowards who persecute clockwise



Sometimes I open the door and see people go Only

slams

As I watch and read on the lips

That fear of rejection remains

I am a slave and kills me

Whose Time has no love in the arms

I am slave I kill time

Whose love has no arms ... Someone



worth

With a whisper across my ears

And I no longer feel hurt

time I sold the paper boxes

They later

Maybe I removed the cold

As I look



My soul always asks to be

night as slave

While someone is standing

Healing alcohol yagas



to see sunrise And see if you get a better day



Sometimes I open the door and see people go

Solo slams
While
I see and read on the lips

That fear of rejection remains

I am a slave and I kill time

Whose love has no arms

I am a slave and I kill time
Whose
has not love in the arms ... Reset





Singing Voice
Jure

not
Screaming


Nothing is equal That before


nothing will!

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Today I woke up off, listless and with that cold feeling more psychological than physical. Upon arrival
turned on the heater, but it was too late, loneliness had crept between the hinges of the time and climbing up the memories and dreams faded, perched on this poor heart ... that many hits and has lost its consistency, which is no longer a simple machine damaged or shattered ... and is dust that neither can nor wants to feel.
is sometimes difficult to overcome the blows without shedding a single tear, other Sometimes the beat is so obvious or because you have taken him away many times, that your eyes seem to become crystals.
But that does not hurt, it just means that we are growing ... we face things differently and that the desires and dreams for a week jumped out the window, hitting the pavement, exploding in a mass of blood and guts and despair.



I'm not saying that things will change, because it is obvious ... I will just say they are already changing, making it time consuming ... almost without realizing it.


I returned from Italy almost rolling ... I had problems with my Italian family because they said they did not eat anything ... etoy now disgustingly obese ...
not want to eat more in my life! things will change much over here ...
in fact already changed ... Diego and I have done, but today I have no desire to talk about it ...

Sorry I took so is posting, I did not have internet in Italy. The return of the disorders
anorexic, you may never ever leave ... What is clear is that they will stay forever.