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Laying down here...

feeling shitty.

Just me n self pity.

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El Alacrán en la Tormenta

Amor mío, te veré solo en las sombras.

Es que estar en la luz del día me ahuyenta,

Una brisa me parece tormenta.

Pero, dime tú si realmente me honras.

  Aunque, no poder verte me da calma,

Hacerme pensar que la marea baja

Solo me sirve como desventaja.

Pero, la lluvia me desgasta el alma.

  Alacrán, tú que no estás disfrazado,

Aunque yo nunca te he dado alabanzas,

Tu veneno me tiene enamorado.

   Quizás solo son falsas esperanzas,

Y por la tormenta seré arrastrado.

 ¡Prefiero ser una de tus matanzas!

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I can't keep pretending to be fine...like "Me, Myself and I". When I can't stop playing "I Miss You".

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I found this post card from my grandfather to his mom while he was in Munich with the US Army in 1953.

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The song that he dedicated to you comes on, and my stomach still feels like ripping itself out of my body.

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Saturday afternoon. Really wish I was here right now.

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It's become instinctual. So, sometimes the cat just misses his fish...