Every time a tear crystallized an image is reflected on a wall, a slight touch of fate that the plays I remember the happy times and all those who always wanted to remember, falling streams of alcohol by walls, but the melodies are heard happy experiences ... I do not want to forget, I want to imprison the moment with the push of a button, I mean many things with images, wants to show appreciation to keep the affection that never show all those people who deserve it. are seven blocks to collapse, more than forty tears repressed in a crystal, a possible turning point and drop the curtain again.
If I stick photos on the wall is because they are moments that deserve to be forgotten, old friends who never leave his chair empty at the tips of my head my friends are forever though I walk away and if in years, but we are back together, to be sure that my home is your home, that if I have shelter and I'll share some other day that if we turn to see, Feel free to scream my name from the rooftops and turning the head y. .. You know the story. I'm a psychopath
lost
sticking photos on a wall, a wall that makes me happy.
If you want a photo fugamos us both ...
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