Insomnia pinched me in the stomach and not let me breathe. There is bureaucracy, which I think I won. There in January. And no trip in February.
can be that. Weekends are counted by hand. Panic not receive quiche recipes, not to be so happy.
may miss them. There is always someone who is not. And he pulls a pain in the belly that rises to the throat and whispers that from now on, although win, there will be losses.
may be loose, so to finish. Although many snakes are that you've had to fight, there always comes weakness.
Look at the stars from your ceiling. Insomnia go with you, with fears, wounds, the reflections of white flags.
And close your eyes. Tomorrow is another day to win.
(Despiertaaaaaaaa, well prontito calling you because yesterday you could not save, so that at nine o'clock you tell your college journeys. Despiertaaaaaaaa that she is with her friends in the form of sms from Argentina ....¿ what you said last night?)
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