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Am i destined to be lonely ? Living on my own its not that funny, problems still there, i can't stop overthinking and remembering the past, well what can I say ? i think tecnhology's killing me I gotta get over it and get over the past 
Aquel nuestro lugar donde quedaron tantos recuerdos, recuerdos de momentos tan divinos haciendo el amo, aquel viejo motel tururutururu 
I gotta learn to dance salsa, there's no way someone dislike salsa rhythm 
I'm about to turn 24 in a few days that makes me anxious but I'm excited too because this time looks like it'll be a ''different birthday'' anyway at this age I should have achieved more.
Ven devorame otra vez, devorame otra vez 
Now is the time to start to have the life that I want, what are you waiting Leugim take action now, I mean you are already taking action but take action in every aspect not just in some of them, ''GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME'' keep going on, don't lose hope & don't give up 
laquierolaquierolaquierolaquierolaquiero a moooorir eheheheh eeeeeh la quuiero a moriiiir ehehehe ehhhhAll Rights Reserved

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