Your lips tan cerca de mi

More drink, more dreams, more bed, more drugs, more lust, more lies, more head, more love

22/10/09

la brisa de la noche acariciaba nuestros rostros/
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out of all the people, you wanted me the most

tease me, go ahead and leave me

When you are too in love to let it go

Love him so much it just turns to hate

(aching the same heartbreak)

El perfecto final para esta historia de mierda

love is old, love is new

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