domingo, 19 de diciembre de 2010
No puedo dormir. Odio tener esta sensación clavándose en mi pecho.
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I was thinking about death and all. About seeing how you're gonna die. I mean, on one hand, if dying was all you thought about, it could kind of screw you up. But it could kind of help you, couldn't it? Because you'd know that everything else you can survive.