I have too much fear of what my words can mean. I fear that among the many significant, we find the meaning of the word love. Because what was fantasy and madness is back from a little reality, full of buts and yet, traveling to arrows and anyone can kill. Such intensity, of course, does not support midpoints where escape. Although today we take refuge in metaphor, in the smoke and what it is. At this time bomb I do not want to see it explode, although the door to bring me to bow our past and vow to improve. It is really not about that, and someday you'll know.
Today I have no desire to write a letter and put it in my drawer, all those words I must kill. And I have to do before they arise and spring up, roll on each cord.
I have too much fear of what my words can mean. I fear I have found in you, the meaning of the word love.
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