Mato por la vida y vivo para matar. Me gusta sufrir, llorar y gritar. Fingir ser feliz y vomitar a escondidas sobre este cruel y despota mundo. Odio la felicidad y amo el sufrimiento.Me considero pobre lleno de mierda. No es bonita la vida?

sábado, 26 de junio de 2010

Remember.

Think. You are not alone, that the world is not for you, we all breathe the same air, that no matter the size, origin, color or sex. Never mind anything, nothing at all. Should think more every day, because sometimes it seems that we do not remember. It seems that we no longer remember the fallen, of pain, the tears, deaths, loss, or that hatred always towards us feel bad. 

Remember the root of your life there is it here. 


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