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Íbamos a vivir toda la vida juntos.
Íbamos a morir toda la muerte juntos.

Loss

El silencio nunca fue tan doloroso.

Hyper Wolfe

My bed is so cold without you in it,

tell me something so I can go to sleep.

Nowhere lights

All that I can see 
a gold mystic spree, 
a seething routine 
I could never navigate
cause maybe, 
and just maybe,
I like to stray.

Enough

Pero hay cosas bonitas: no más bonitas, ni menos, solo bonitas. Y con eso ya basta.

The Rip

Wild, white horses

they will take me away

and the tenderness I feel

will send the dark underneath.

Anymore

Sometimes I think I have felt everything I'm ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I'm not gonna feel anything new, just lesser versions of what I've already felt.

Barricade

The blind could lead the sightless

but I still like to witness.