The Artist

The Artist

Vampiro_Escritor

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Last published Sun, Mar 25, 2018

alesana lgbt theemptiness

Historia basada en un album, y a su vez en un poema. ¿Qué pasa cuando un amor es tan grande que no lo podemos controlar?, pero ¿qué pasa cuando ese amor mata?.

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Just one last breath

why? that was the question wasn't it? why was this happening to him? to me? to us... what we had was perfect, maybe not your standards of perfect no, but perfect to me and now, it was being taken away from me.

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