[seráS mi Cuento de hadaS..]

There are times throughout the week focused on your brain, leaving little space to breathe. And you can not think, you become a saturated solution.
You need someone who asks you how you're halfway through the explanation of the molecules of a teacher. Who need to explain something without having to have the feeling that he does not listen. Someone who knows you are trying, you want to be strong without you to tell.
Someone who realizes that the time does not heal wounds stronger and have a mime for you at half past eight in the morning, at eleven, at one or all three ..

Sometimes it would be nice not to be invisible. Because I see that even if you are invisible, there are things that are hurting.


I miss you
until the end in my memory

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