Desesperada
Después de llegar sin mí,
No adivino un futuro sin ti,
Estoy muy desesperada,
Pienso en ti cada día,
Tú fabricas una pared con tu silencio,
Y mi amor está un misterio de mí,
Pero está mayor gozo aún.
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I am bipolar, I have PTSD, and I have depression. I am a suicidal hypocrite telling other people that it isn't the answer. And writing is my escape from reality. Staying Strong Always And Forever.
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