viernes, 16 de diciembre de 2011

At the top of the mountain

At the top of the highest mounting, snowing. 
The prostitutes would not come to the mountain that are cold with little clothing they wear.
I climbed to the top of the mountain. It snowed a lot, it was very windy and very cold.
I have only a wish, the wish that everything happens tomorrow with the man wolf is good. I show up and have fun. 
I do not fucking matter. 
I just want to tell you my problems.
I just want to hug you.
I just want to kiss you.
I just want to feel.
I just want to hear your breathing.
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When I'm alone, very bad way. I can not be even a minute alone. I begin to cry. I usually crack crosses.

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