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Algo está tan roto en mí, que nadie quiere quedarse.
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Cupon valido para calentarnos 🔥
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Mi último gesto de amor fue alejarme, así como me lo pedías.
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aveces no dan ganas de hablar, sólo de dormir abrazado.
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Es injusto que ninguna atención pueda llenarme si la persona que la da no eres tú.
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“How am I supposed to be enough for myself if I wasn’t even enough for you?”
— 3am-poet
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“it was stupid for me to believe that i ever meant something to you.”
— 2:50pm
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You called me beautiful,
And in those words,
I thought you were honest.
The late night texts
And thinking of you’s
Made me feel like a teenager again.
The puppy love,
The brush of hands,
The what could have been.
Never did I know
Your honesty was hurtful.
Not to me,
But to her.
You called me beautiful,
While holding her hand.
Saying you want to cuddle,
While caressing her sleeping body.
Kissing me with such passion,
And pecking her cheek.
In her world,
I don’t exist.
And in the real world,
I never knew
I was the other woman.
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“Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?”
— Unknown
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WHO THE FUCK WAnts to lay in bed with me and kiss a lot
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Escribir(te) poesía; es tenerte entre mis dedos, colocar tu risa entre un mar de versos, es una trampa para extrañarte menos.
Karla M.
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ask me “are you into ____” and I’ll say yes or no
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