Preocupación y Temor
Es preocupante el temor a perder a alguien Es preocupante el temor de fallar en algo Por ahí se dice "Las cicatrices te hacen más fuerte" Pero simplemente no saben lo que se siente Te dicen "Animate, no es para tanto" O "Deja de llorar, fue solo un gato" No saben que me hacían felices Y que ahora dejaron más cicatrices Le jure a mi padre Que no lloraria Sin embargo mírame Casi 11 años y ya muchas lágrimas he derramado Me siento sola Con frío Preocupada Desprotegida Y desolada ¿Suena absurdo? No lo sé ¿Sueno como alguien infantil? Tampoco lo sé Solo sé que quiero sanar el dolor Solo sé que me quiero ir lejos Desaparecer Olvidar Volverme polvo Pero Es preocupante el temor que le tengo a la muerte Al dolor Al abismo Siendo que por un tiempo Fueron mis únicos amigos
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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