26 mayo, 2012


You are like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
I wish I was special
You are so very special
What the hell am I doing here?
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice me when I’m not around.

Sigo mal, seguiré así por un tiempo.
Igual y ya me acostumbré.
Sigo gorda, obvio.

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