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Canceling my account, people.

I have not used it in a while... got bored, too I guess.

Ciao!

I'm not single anymore, it seems

Sorry ladies, she was quicker than all of you

What more can a man say?

Amazing how everything becomes easier
and how little our problems begin to seem
the moment you really understand that you never really loved yourself
and start changing that.

You find yourself not wanting, not asking, not expecting, not wondering and not complaining
about anything anymore.
When you don't really love yourself, every little obstacle in life becomes a horrible thing
because our childish self just...
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Holy mother of Jesus.
Nothing full of nothing covered with nothing.

They say it's then that you finally start doing something.

When you think you're something,
people,
think twice.
Chances are, someone sees you for who you really are.

On the other hand,
don't think you're special and,
chances are,
you will become something.

You will, at least, help the planet by reducing the number...
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I just sneezed.
I'm allergic to fake asses.

Then again,
I probably made other people sneeze, too,
sometimes.

One day, I'll be old and perfect.

I'll have all the fake asses rounded up
and I'll be able to love them.

We'll go to Disneyland together and shit.

Bring back innocence,
as if nothing happened,
as if it could all be restarted,
the strength of that smell of trees,
near the beach, near the heart I touched every day,
bring me back myself and remind me,
remind me how much I used to believe
and how much I have lost,
explain me why I still need to think about it,
while most of...
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The real lover looks at the world
from the privileged standpoint
accomplished after years of life,
the privileged standpoint of one who doesn't need the world.

The real lover has grown mature and independent
through all the things that make the others fall and cry.

The real lover knows that happiness must be taken
and that she doesn't come if you don't want her.

The...
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Memories of you all
pour down like rain
and I see you all as one,
without the differences
in your taste in clothes
and in the way you chose to speak.

Always giving me the same things,
the same gifts, the same sweet pain
of not wanting to avoid you.

Our hands, searching each other,
and finally grasping and holding,
every time,
guided only by...
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I sit
and often make myself cry
by thinking at how painful
the wheel of life can be.

How long, we often force ourselves to wait
for the moment when we can meet again,
when several lives finally make us forget
the reasons why we ended up hating each other.

How melancholic, all this can look
when viewed from high above,
from a privileged point...
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First post of the year is:

"Do more and talk less.
Then do some more and talk even less".