la puta madre, todo me tenia que salir tan mal. Oks, todo significa una sola cosa, siempre se vuelve a repetir lo mismo, entonces, haga lo que haga ¿Todo va a ser igual? Ya estoy cansada de lo mismo. Dale la concha de la lora, ¿una bien no me puede salir? Claro total la buenuda soy yo. Al carajo con todo, ya me cansé.
martes, 28 de febrero de 2012
domingo, 26 de febrero de 2012
domingo, 19 de febrero de 2012
Because there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true,
And the games you's play, you would always win, always win,
But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried,
Because I heard it screaming out your name, your name
I set fire to the rain,
And I threw us into the flames,
Well, I felt something die,
Because I knew that that was the last time, the last time.
Let it burn.
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