Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
It's all over now.
Everything is black and white.
First there was something, then there was nothing.
Goodbye Mom.
I can't wait until the day l can hug you again.
dear future me,
Ther are times where I want to kill me, just like my mothers want me to die, but I try to hold it off to the very end, thinking maybe things will get better, let me give it some...
Waited for you, I wai nie
Waited for you, I waited
Uninterrupted tomorrows passed
Paused and looked back
And lamented together over endless todays
There were times when we connected
Brought...
Atejo tavo valanda...Tau laikas mirti...
Nusisypsok cia buvo pokstas :D Jei tu ji dar prisimeni :D kuri parasei 2013-04-04



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