When reality is absent is difficult to differentiate between truth and those things we invented in order to be happy, but ... as we do how we can live as swindle?, confusing a look distracted by one of passion, confuendiendo wind noise with words of love.
But the search for truth can be hard and painful, or at least it seems, because I have no interest is sought, fool me I live until the truth falls under its own weight and the pain can stop me walking . I know what it feels and what is worse I know you feel it.
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