That is the question...
To die.. To keep...
To go on… To resist...
To let…. To allow...
To love... To hate...
To forgive... forget...
To die...
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martes, 27 de enero de 2015
Ending
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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