White Waxy Scaly Scalp

After living a cross in one night atypical casual, my eternal companion, and confidant enemy was disturbed by a single thought. I can not remove this uncertainty.
Thousands of sites, hundreds of possible paths, elections every second, infinite possibilities. Coincidences will have no logical explanation.

overflow of energy on the earth, light cross-nonsense approach. Any questioning. Front
twist of fate, wrong and right are merged to get lost in a mysterious mist. Invasion of pure indecision clouds my eyes. The time is filtered through my fingers, I see him go. He leaves, leaving only a handful of unknowns and a little of nothing.
I, reflect, look back with nostalgia.
I wonder. Did I do well in just observe or should have been featured in that instant?
Here and now, I'll stick with the painful anguish of not knowing if it was up to me never change the color of the sky of my life.

Clf2= Lewis Structure

Cruces, touches, looks, smooth and sound.

detail that may not perceive and are the only connection

with whom our lives intersect.
If each time is written, then so is every intersection.
Just like that, being as it is lived through every moment.
appear there and vanish, leaving their mark and go.
who sing and the sound of their voices resound in the ears. About
spread madness and dementia. About
jump, run, or fly giving movement to the world.
Writers and reach the hearts.
Those with only their eyes move souls.

Besos, rubs, murmurs, details that mark a before and after.

Neither you nor I nor all. Since you're not who you were one second behind.

chance Precious written.

Nice bump in my life. Linda Cruz in your life.

Kanaccas Secret Reviews

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I describe myself as lonely and easily. My innocence is reflected in the belief that all hearts are like me.
From this place, where I am today, where happiness did not rise even a step up, I can say I'm looking for those hard hearts, almost unattainable. Are those found in places where it will cost me more to come.
Yesterday I fell into a sweet sadness realizing that one of the many hearts that try to achieve is beyond what I thought. Long ago it was free, fate took me miles out for a while and when he returned, the heart had been hit by another who was not me. Since then I felt a huge impotence. Week after week I was away from who he had met. Perhaps it every look and every smile for eyes that make me beat, made me believe that I was a little steps from him. Just by that time happy and I was beating faster and stronger.
was innocently duped by myself. Yesterday I met the heart that is closer to him than me. I saw the fence and I understand that my hope of leaving aside the loneliness was moving away.
His heart did not feel close and maybe I never did.

Here today, gone back to being me: a heart loneliest and easier than ever.