Saturday, January 16, 2010

How To Tell If My Shoulder Is Fractured

Moments

Saturday afternoon drive. The guy you like (for instance, consider what you do not even by mistake) sitting next to you. The smile due to the unexpected closeness gradually goes away. Not a word, his gaze out the window and your in the same direction, it is unknown whether he or to see what's out there. So close but so terribly far away. Nothing to say ... The sadness begins to be heavy. Pausini Meanwhile, the torture that we rejoice with subtle invitations suicide, such as:
- It is lonely again ... Where will you be my soul, without you I throw it away;
- my love How will I resign myself to live ... and I own that I love you I'm begging you help me to destroy you;
- But do not think more, I told you to aim for. Love breaks the heart.
The feeling of suffocation and the urge to scream or run away. But the road never seems to end.
In silence, everything is hidden inside ...

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