El dolor es la liberación de una mente atada a la realidad. Sólo a través del dolor podemos encontrar el camino a la nada, al punto cero. A olvidar todo lo que nos ata. Y volver a empezar.

sábado, 7 de noviembre de 2015

Son of a broken home

He lives among two broken homes.
Everything has come and gone by the time he comes along.
Be it good or be it bad, every day keeps being sad.
For time and time again he curls and cries in pain.

Son of a broken home, to be always alone.
Alone and torn apart between sad and sad.
Wishing for tomorrow to come without a sorrow.
Wishing for the day to wipe his tears away.

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