

Beautiful You told me that the broken swing was beautiful. It was rusted. And looked like it would crumble if the wind blew. But you still wanted to swing.Beautiful
You told me I was 'stunning'. And when I told you to stop lying. You promised me you werent. Sometimes I wonder if I ever believed you.
Lies are sometimes the prettiest things. Oh. And the broken.
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te pongo un watch y espero subas más de tus creaciones!
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vive cada día como el último,
cada minuto como el primero
y cada persona como la única.
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