Hello hairy. Come, sit back here with me, tell me, where have you been, perhaps you think you send one? Yeah, okay, I know you're an animal that is governed by their instincts, but I thought you were my friend and friends are for when you need them, like the time when I told him about Puebla, remember, now I think I have it in the basement of the mind, even my talks but I can not save you anything, you know, or rather I think almost everything about me, like you're another part of myself. You know? There is something that breaks my mother's good bastard, bastard so I thought until today in the morning he needed a psychologist, those who tell them your farts and then they tell you you're an idiot and you must be a better person, but then decided against it because I have to tell my troubles to one or neither know, so I chose to come after you. If I knew you'd find here, where else can you find a furry body pillow lonely son of a bitch and bastard who's running away from the crowds but the shadows of the night in the darkness of anonymity, walking in the light the moon is certainly not any closer to a beast on a night like this. But you I do not kill you, because that you would be living. But we did not come here to talk about your nature, I tell you one of those things that sometimes hurt me bastard and make me vulnerable, one of those things that you yourself told me. I then just wanted to leave, walking to distant lands, just to know the world to know how it feels to be on the other side of the world, to fulfill my dream, that I told you always, to go away where nobody knows me and live looking around, just looking. But I had to get it, I called her, I swear, and I had talked, just appeared one night and moved my life as if nothing took my body in your shelter, my heart pillow, my words of shelter and when he awoke on the contrary, did not leave, stayed abusing words I love you. I look at it that way, you know I kill you I can not lie to me I love you is like inviting the future, is like making a bed for my dream even touch the heart. Again that look, what you want I am a human being, a flesh and blood, not the machine that I sometimes try jejejej people to see, as the song says my blood turns red too. Hahahaha, do not laugh please, if I know you're going to say - you're an idiot, but do not tell, we already know, I wanted to tell you, do not count, but rather ask for advice, one of those how you would act in my case, well, I know you and I are not the same, as well as not leaving me very well to be like you, you know I'm a little more sentimentalón, I bend and tears if I want a future with a smile, but even if there perceive the future. Now tell me something I did not come for such a shit you're used to just be quiet without even looking at me, perhaps you think it's so easy to leave, leave everything behind, and where is this, where they are kissing, where the need to hide your skin, feel his hands, his eyes smiling, listening to every day tell me where to find the heat chingaaa to give me your eyes? I ask him how to love yourself when you told me not to love?. Mourn not fucking hairy Mam I'm not crying, those bastards do not cry, not bending over, do not feel pain, but I am my beloved furry body pillow fallen in battle, net, is somewhat different. That will turn your dear furry, but I vero s if I can some day my dear brother, is I look in the mirror and do not look or I look at myself, I see a different one that I know and I am weak, I am the turnip. . . .