No hay quien pueda contarlas piedras en un río..

I’ve played out 50 different scenarios in my head.. yet they all end up with us in someone’s bed.. my ego is full and fed:: while parts of me now feel dead.. there was a time where talking to you I silently plead.. while my heart just filled with dread.. as I watched as you fled.. questioning everything you once said.Vuela muy alto- Jerry Rivera

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