Long time ago in the middle of my chest, my heart was still alive. I remember I could hear ir beating, I could feel it getting bigger and smaller with every breath. Now it is gone, and my soul is what is breaking, which makes me for some reason unable of sheding a tear.
My chest is empty but my head full. Help me please, 'cause I don't know what to do.
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Excerpts From My Brain
De TodoPalabras jamás dichas, sueños robados, recuerdos que aún duelen y fantasías de mi mente que no serán vistas por nadie pero son publicadas para sacarme el dolor del pecho.
