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on days like this I would need to live on the moon, or simply away from this house, but mainly those who live there.
beautiful little has happened within these walls, if ever anything good really.
the snow, that yesterday I had appeared in all its magic, now it irritates me. I find myself hating it. this snow that stops me away from you, you've become my home from the first day, before all this.
there are days when I would run away as fast as possible, to run until the wind and let me leave it all behind this.
other days when I think instead it will pass, that anything will change, but then there are days like this when I realize that nothing will change, that some people do not change and never will, it is useless to hope. and then I want to close my eyes and hope not to reopen them.
then I realize how stupid I am to think so, how much time he wasted chasing the dream of something that will never, and then going down in tears as they could, pulling them back over and over again until almost burst into tears on the phone with you, begging to come here to me. and I realize how all this is selfish on my part but I need something to believe to get out.
must be something better out there.