I swear I'm looking out for myself.. making sure not to look at anyone but you. Nor other eyes, nor other hands, nor any other body, or another laugh, nor the heat of another skin.
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Walking away without making noise is not cowardice, it's self respect. It's understanding that not everything deserves an explanation, that not every battle is worth your energy, and that insisting where there is no reciprocity is a slow way to lose yourself.
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It was so much that I perceive her, he had given me everything, even what I didn't ask for the only man, by which he would show himself like this, I understood the motive, didnt expect it I catch myself off guard.
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You always say after. As if the time was yours, as if life was going to turn the corner and wait for you with open arms. But the tea gets cold. And you know it.
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The hair of a woman is one of her most intimate places and often little explored by man because they always stare at the chest in sex
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Sometimes... life takes care of messing everything up, to shatter the ideas we had about people, about love, about what we believed for sure.
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Relationships can be lived in many ways: out of lack, out of fear of loneliness or simply out of ego illusions. Relationships without commitment are usually superficial, short-lived and arise rather as emotional exercise than as food for the soul.
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When you have a good heart... you don't know how to measure, you don't know how to stop in time, you don't know how to give half.
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Wandering and wandering, thinking about him sense of my steps for your life Invent new words that just you they belong to you
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In a world full of simps, be the man who is… …unmoved by easy validation. Most men bend for attention. They perform, please, and overinvest just to feel chosen. You don’t.
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We have a problem. Your skin and mine miss each other. Your mouth and mine miss each other. Your hands and mine, want to entangle their fingers again.
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You fit exactly on the curve of my back, when I V E N G O and you become all the letters of my alphabet. My whole body becomes a sky that only you reach, with your hands. My toes tense, I know your warm death claims me its property.
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