Porque aquellas manos rozaron y aquel robusto tacto desnudaba ya su desprotegida piel. Porque aquellas rosas marchitas quedaron desamparadas y después de aquel amargo adiós nada volvió.
Ante un agujero, a punto de morir.
(I saw it on my bro's notebook and i like it so i decided to use it, don't know where he got that phrase)
The silence isn't so bad till i look at my hands and feel sad... cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly! [Vanilla twilight- Owl City]
COOL!
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