Everytime I looked at her she was looking at me.
Black hair, pale skin... just like me. Laughing, patience.
Looks like there is nothing else for her right now.
Just laugh. Smile.
I want to smile like her, but my happyness is not here.
Mane Astudillo.
miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010
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