We are all teenagers with broken hearts and deep scars, with sad faces and big smiles, we laugh about everything and everyone, and we get mad about every little thing. That's what we are, too old to be kids and too young to be adults.
Tell them I was happy, and now my heart is broken..
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StillMad
Apr 14, 2017 05:20AM
los minutos pasan, lentos y dolorosos, como si se burlaran de mi por esperarte, por necesitarte. Las horas pasan como si sintieran pena por mi, que a pesar del sueño me mantengo despierta esperando p...View all Conversations