IN A VALLEY OF TEARS
And one day only see colorful butterflies resting on benches, fairies playing in the puddles, rainbows between a building and the other stars in the eyes and hearts of all ... then all of a sudden you wake from the spell overwhelms you and desolation. The mosquitoes become giant butterflies, fairies harpies laughing, rainbows and polluting smoke trails only indifference and fear in the eyes of passersby.
Everything changes between sleep and the next. The night before you're sleeping in the arms of the other half of the apple, the night after your bed turned into a pool filled moreover, no tears, and neither have worn the costume nor the spray to protect hair from chlorine.
The fox had illuminated the little prince, making him understand that is the time that he's lost behind his pink rose made her so important, unlike any other rose, and then doing two calculations, it is as if we had lost half heart Unfortunately, unlike the heart and the liver does not regenerate.
Then one shoe, one sock only, an earring, a glove ... odd!
And we think it's cool wearing only one earring ... it's just sad.
we forgot about deleting it from all over, removing everything I can remember, never listen to more songs that we had dedicated, and most especially do not type his name on fb, because although of course eliminated from friends, seeing his picture, we will take a hit, and the tears fall down like stockings with silicone strips.
disappointed and embittered, developed the "mourning" stay at home between sofa and bed, do not eat more, as an exception to the crap, our outfits, will suit a perennial horsetail for ever and will want to leave it less frequent since the 6 in mathematics in high school.
Then to make matters worse, an evening of alcohol on go-go, friends and music, we meet a guy and think why not pretty, I want to have some fun without thinking about anything .. But once we are there, ready to get to the climax, armed with the pulse of seduction and the stars, geeks do? Bursts into tears in the face, and he becomes our poor confessor ...
What a shame! And infinite sorrow understand it, that despite everything they were in love ...
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