sábado, 22 de diciembre de 2012


Today I dreamed of him, but naught good. He was keen on hurting me, on telling me I was worthless, on keeping people insulting me around me. I remember I was doing my make-up anyway, and keeping my tears to myself, raising my head and leaving from that toxic place. That's how it feels with him. I never know whether he's coming or going, and that doesn't matter anymore.

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