What am I doing wasting my time? Wasting my energy. I'm so BLIND to the fact that it's never going to get back...to the way things WERE. We keep TRYING and I promise our bond won't be broken so EASILY. I won't apologize not because I'm not SORRY but just the FACT that things will come back centerfold. We're STRONG...The MEEK will try to cover our POWER but they will always fail when they try to scratch the SURFACE. Then I THINK again. My broken WINGS are shielded with ARMOR and is here to hold you through this PAIN.
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Esperanza Acevedo
I'm just a sea of nothingness.
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