Sunday, December 30, 2018

Quisiera

Ahogarte en mi bebida
Y olvidar que alguna vez te conoci...quisiera borrar de mi memoria tu rostro y no pensarte
Nunca mas. Quisiera despertar manana y ser otra persona que no te recuerda. Sufrir de ammesia repentina...seria tan feliz!
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