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That moment when you go to bed thinking about your whole life and your future. And you don't know what to do, you're alone, you're one person in this fucking world looking for something to keep you moving, looking for someone to hold his hand and smile, but you're so afraid to losing that future person so you don't move on, you don't want to feel anything for no one, so that way you'll never be sad or hurt.

Cosas que me vienen a la mente antes de ir a dormir, como una avalancha. Y de un momento a otro, zas! quietud. No se que más escribir. Ni siquiera se si está bien escrito. Buenas noches.

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  1. . To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.


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