a, art and mysteries. My music is alternative, and I can spend days talking about my feelings hidden and frightening.
I do not exercise, but I try to read minds. Will not see me dancing, but I can recite a poem to death.
Yes ... Life is curious. You heard me say a thousand times, with the fullness of who has lived intensely. I slept on the street, ate miseries, terribly sick. My eyes were swollen from time to mourn, I lost weight and gained it back again to force ... Life is curious, is inhospitable roads, I took and went on to get where I am right now.
Today I'm in the arms of a man who does not look anything like me.
And I bet you do not expect me. Maybe in a phone
innermost dreams you looked from the hand of a happy, dynamic, thin, delicate features and light ideas. Someone to enjoy the holidays as infants weekend, someone to dance till dawn without any penalty or wear. To marry her only if he wished, and never have problems like yours and I have had. However
are with me.
And are not my beautiful eyes or my curvy body that keeps you attached to my delusions.
expected not think you even read something like this. Because in your world, women seek more conventional ways of saying what they feel. You
I repeat, I am a remarkable woman.
so exceptional that I have no judgments, and trust in your powerC wanted to understand why a disaster like me irrational, tenderness and passion was a miracle as clear as you.
And then I understood that love is in the mirror.
I guess, after so much complexity, my life needed in your simplicity.
And today I ask this favor. In the name of this woman suffered and lonely, I ask for your company. And your regular beauty, and your simple delivery.
Because no matter how strange and curious is, I'm still a woman. And I'm here with all my natural strengths as an offering, asking loudly that fill my life with certainty. That you love me forever, and you do it your way, bluntly, without fear, without reservation. You come to me out of this world so dark and wake up to my lad
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