That think I am? I thought the same thing myself. Come to think it was a stupid as long as you never called for, it really was not to push yourself, your responsibilities with the obvious, and even more agreed. Allow time I street and hide behind a smile soda, all the inconvenience of having to respond to others, so I corresponded, but also by what I corresponded with you.
While charging hard toward me, the responsibilities, I looked into the distance, and your happy, as usual, living, dressing again, enjoying, enjoying new car, dining in restaurants, called friends who admire you for what you say and your appearance, but not for who you are, because you know, traveling, pretending to love and let others will love you in your life lies and stories, but as I think positively, I wondered, will be hiding behind a smile soda all the heavy responsibilities involved natural life? But rather than trying to be positive in my thinking to yourself, I could not believe it.
No. You can not live so happy knowing that there are other things that really need one for susistir to grow, for good life experience as they grow up to their own adulthood. No. It is not possible to give an example of neglect and indifference. No. You can not pretend everything is fine just because you can lay on the double effort I hand back every day, that same effort to have words of wisdom to be able, somehow, juztificar unconscious and base your actions, to cause less damage you've caused already.
Inevitably, today I met the very idea of \u200b\u200bbelieving that you can not fall asleep when night falls and you're on your loneliness. Knowing that at some point you may wonder, what I did, I'm doing, to where my footsteps lead empty and gloomy.
invasion of feelings makes me happy just thinking that when you finish your climax in bed, you will feel dirty, pork, empty, alone and have to restart a new conquest, but end up similarly, a and again, with nothing to gain, or save for later ... with the soul empty.
Maybe not today, but if tomorrow, you get a scene of such days will be your old age and illness, without the affection of both those who depended on you, and you do not you gave them the courage, time and care deserved, and that there will be no lovers or friends to accompany you just because you found your truth, sadness and loneliness awaits.
could not help ... I deflowers a smile that is no soda, just think that the world no longer seems so great, like you're running out of air because you squeeze your chest and you know that the holidays ended, not to push yourself anything and though nothing earlier in life had hurt you, know that it hurts every time you threaten your freedom and your filthy dollar, I can only smile, it was time.
not me you're calling stupid, which puts you in this dilemma, in this despair, this malaise that you have to give what selfishly I've been, and now feel compelled, not me, that would aggrandize, and you would never allow that, that I was superior to you, you know who is required? Your own conscience.
I can not influence the actions of anyone, everyone is responsible for his ideas, conclusions and events, and the same way, you could not escape from yourself that is who today are facing because he is afraid of a stupid? Nobody.
But he may face because he had already forged a path, which alone was doing step by step, building the proper and covering your gaps. The advantage now is eminent ... and you can not do anything to even ... but if you're still feeling superior, I guess you can understand the concept of "never too late ..." and would not be bad to apply to your conscience does not annihilate you, do not mate.
"You're stupid!" That you think I am? I thought the same thing myself. Come to think it was a stupid as long as you never called for, it really was not to push yourself, your responsibilities with the obvious, and even more agreed. Allow time I street and hide behind a smile soda, all the hassle of having to respond to others, so I corresponded, but also by what I corresponded with you until the day he ceases to be.
Coqueta
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