domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017

14-04-16

Nostalgia del que nunca será, del futuro deseado e imposible en las expectativas de una imaginación furtiva y desesperada, desesperando al pobre soñador de realidades emiferas de una fantasía que se desvanece en el despertar de la divagación momentánea.
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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve

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