Mis pensamientos son como polillas que carcomen poco a poco mi ser, siento que desaparezco lentamente en medio de la multitud.
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Mis pensamientos son como polillas que carcomen poco a poco mi ser, siento que desaparezco lentamente en medio de la multitud.
-anoncutegirl
Me cansé de vivir con miedo. Ahora simplemente que sea lo que tenga que ser, ya no pensaré más.
Harvester of Sorrow.
Todo va estay bien.
Debo olvidarte, debo hacerlo como sea, aunque mi corazón implore que lo siga intentando.
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10 cosas que odio de ti.
Rebloguea esto si alguna vez has pensado en el suicidio como opción.
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Mi soledad
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My thoughts are like moths that eat little by little my being, I feel that I am slowly disappearing in the middle of the crowd.
And as if my life revolves around a black hole that consumes nothing and everything together, it feels as cold and lonely as a highway at midnight.
I'm in the middle of a vacuum of emotions, like I'm running in circles and I can't stop.
I am slowly falling into an endless precipice, I would like everything to stop, but everything continues to the rhythm of a stopwatch that does not stop and each time the time is shortened.
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Black boots click on old streets of cobblestones in the crisp winter’s bite steam of my breath spirals in the air toward hidden clouds like dusty smoke from a wild horse with hooves of steel as she gallops into the mist -Elise Poem 51 from Song Of Stars Pinterest- elisewriting Instagram- elisewriting
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