Sometimes feelings made yourself like the wind, blowing above your head, growling through your skin, kissing you softly,... and sometimes killing minds belong to your dreams. Meanwhile...truth is in front of you, you´re strong enough, you´re fighting dayly against everything that only you´re able to see, your head is yourself, your head is your life. So climb by the mountains, feel the movement of the wind again, and move away the fear, the anxiety, all those things don´t let you to be free.
Test the sense of the life and drop out the spiderweb once and for all...
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...feel the movement of the wind again...
todo vuelve, nada cambia.
Vivir en una cárcel y no encontrar la salida. Nada cambia, efectivamente. Y siempre tendremos olores para recordárnoslo.
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