Like when I enter the train and there is almost gente.Odio the gente.Últimamente not stand but I have to say that neither my instances misma.Hay that my body sinks to adelante.A sometimes inevitably digo.Matémonos all.
is that my death would be different from all.
I would die with you in bed with thousands of bites all over his body, with a trace of your saliva on my navel, with your eyes glued to mine, stitched to your skin and not to any distance separating again.
Now that I think I just remember what I wrote in that letter you read before me. That night it was impossible to sleep.
''I am not able to tell you face a cobarde.Eres frente.Soy best thing that happened
''I love you.
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