domingo, 7 de mayo de 2017

15/08/16

No hay nada que me haga distinto a ti.
Ni una sola cosa real.
Solo historia.
Solo cosas que ya no existen, excepto dentro de tu cabeza.

Y, querido, no te puedo asegurar que existimos.
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