Las palabras son como balazos.
Some events bring back memories that weren't expected.
Yesterday I opened my hand, released and let go.
Today it doesn't feel like freedom. It feels like I released something I wanted to hold on to.
Ohhh... That is exactly the way I feel. Sometimes it is hard to hold on to something you don't really need but you love.Love is not always good for us.
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Matanguero, A los años .. que gusto tenerte por acá
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