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Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid

about me.
Hello myself,
Name:Sandie Rojas
School:Prepa 7 Puentes UANL
Age:17 years wiser

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martes, octubre 6 { 3:23 a. m. }

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

Never made is as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

sábado, octubre 3 { 1:04 a. m. }

“Y esto, a saber que tu eres, que el viento sopla tu cara, las caricias en tu rostro, el saber que eres, el poder besarte y tenerte en mis brazos, eso es lo que a mi me da felicidad. El poder saber que me amas con libertad, el poder besarte sin saber de infidelidades. Eso, es amor puro" - {lh}

Lluvia;
fuentes;
risas;
brillos al sol;
quietas las nubes, estacionarias.
Sol y nieve.
Tiempo sin importancia ni valor.
Yo, tú. Ella...
Ella es todo lo anterior...
la lluvia, el agua, las fuentes, las risas, nubes, sol y nieve.
Pequeño cúmulo de energía hermosa, omnipotente solo en mi ser.
Oh pequeña si mi amor te hiciera justicia... si te diera lo que mereces.
Felicidad de ser nosotros y nuestra.


mi preciosa nena :) TE AMO