Can Ice Scratch Your Car

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Maybe someone can hear you, but there is nobody left with time to talk. Something hurts inside you, right? is loneliness, which corrupts you.

Thousands of times you've been Interceptor problem, but when it happens to not the same, the advice you gave is a mass of empty words, because no one can ease this torment.


Look the horizon, that memory was ever present. It hurts to run into laughter that was once happy, but now you crave bitter past. You could try to return to yesterday, but you know that even backwards, you'll be late to your destination.


You do not want to do that is something unresolved or that your agony will not go away ever. It's just knowing that all that time steals, injures and tracks that you always marked, even though one day you feel invisible. Wait and see how tired your soul reacts to these injuries, it may be able to sew on his mantle, assimilate and conceal the heart, not to tear the feelings, to be endurable pain. Or perhaps those wounds destroy your life, which consume forgotten candle, and let all your interior in small portions of anything.


Someday, come another reason to live, and go your ways in parallel, but not remixed anymore. That does not suit you because you love that still burns the insides do not hesitate to flare up again. And now you have to do is let your heart starts to feel from scratch. Right now, I think it pulls the soul with an icy grip of helplessness, but we must face the sad reality, you can not always hide behind a curtain of fog, because however much damage you life, find warmth in dark thoughts will only corrupt you to a point where you will not be able to feel anything you would not be more than a lost soul who comforts of nostalgia.


But back now tonight, where even the timid stars want to free your loneliness. Think about it, in the past, that past in the present you wanted a different, perhaps without many scars, no late-night conversations with the devastation.


And the silence surrounds you, inviting you to mourn. Try to stay away from that, so they promised you'd try to hold on to deal with it all without crying. More tempted to let your feelings drifting is too easy, and no witnesses will blame you what happened tonight, which is reflected in your eyes so dark the night sky as your hopes seem to be.


I do not know, mate. Maybe you should start remembering what it was like to live, they say that is something you do not forget, for a long time to mourn your heart to stay. Maybe you should try life without him.


Someday you looked all this and smile, thinking that at last you got it. For now, dry those tears from his eyes daring, and try to smile, albeit with regret.


So, if everything I've written this, my dear, lonely soul, are the latest news of your heart, here I am, an inveterate insomniac who does not know where to turn . Maybe someone can hear me, but it is not anyone with time to talk. Something hurt inside me, I think it's the loneliness that corrupted me ...