Estamos a un mes que termine el año... estoy cansada de la rutina. Sinceramente nose de que lugar se pueden sacar fuerzas / ganas para terminar con todos mis asuntos pendientes, los cuales se complican cada día más y más...
nose como hacer... este año las cosas no salieron del todo bien, en diferentes aspectos... constantemente me pregunto: ¿Fue mi culpa?... y no encuentro otra respuesta que: Si, definitivamente, soy la culpable de que las cosas no salieran como espere ese primero de enero del 2009, sé que no me sirve a esta altura lamentarme por lo que no pudo ser, solamente queda una opción, tomar las riendas de estos últimos meses.
Me quedara dar todo lo que pueda en los exámenes; descartar recuerdos, personas que no me hicieron bien, solo debe quedar lo bueno, lo que me hace bien...
Me queda seguir volando sin su vuelo, solo por un tiempo...
There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality
It was just my imagination
There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
It's the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
I've always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that I'd be unstable
It was just my imagination
There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We'll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality
It's not my imagination
Not my
ere was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality
It was just my imagination
There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
It's the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
I've always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that I'd be unstable
It was just my imagination
There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We'll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality
It's not my imagination
Not my
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