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As fall not yet Webeando

Good! No, I really do not record exactly what is happening to me, my mind is more cluttered than ever ... che, who said schizophrenia?! Twisted messy does not mean ... * Cough *

Finally, year-end approaching, turns 28, I lost friends, find others, grew up in my work, as a person I do not know, I discovered new worlds (oh, Google Queen, no one will save you now muahahahaha) and not so new but I revisited with new eyes of little person who never fully believe in fairy tales but suddenly finds peace in them.

I keep hiding from the bloody wounds that will not close ever, while recognizing those that do have a cure, I have more acid tongue and her eyes are cold, I'm dodging the voices of my soul and I'm avoiding the gaze of the mirror.

do I know, a year without love but without vain expectations, once again enjoy the love and support they give me that I understand even if a thousand days away physics, a year looking at the sky as if for the first time I see it, a whole year wonder those Saturday mate and master chess with my soul mate, but it was a year to feel his presence when returning late home to see his shadow sometimes sitting in the garden smoking a fag, a year where I learned not to drown her memory with tears and rejoice with the things he loved.

Puf! Been a long and little time, but I guess I'm happy that I did not go to a funeral this year and still is my old angel is crazy about her "eat" and "dress warm." I do not know what is beyond my way, no I feel the weight of my years that part of the heart that I can ignore, just know that, for once, this year, I can not complain too much.

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