As I become what you may view as stronger, my veins intertwine, constricting my heart. It's always been hard for me to breathe, but lately it's because I can't find my oxygen. This is not to say that I've lost the air from my lungs, I am scarred from the moments where my hands were steady and sure.
I've been playing duck duck goose with my memories, missing the days I don't remember and hoping for the band aid to stick.
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If I cared anymore I'd ask for explanations =] But it's nice to see you write something again.
Gracias por siempre es mi amigo. Espero con todo el corazón que usted es feliz.
:)
Siempre dices eso!
But we all know it's just something we say to sound cordial! =P
Was like 8 months without a blog though, dunno if it's bad or good that you wrote again... But it takes me back to a different time in our lives.
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