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So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent....

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Cuando está oscuro y ya nadie te oye
cuando cae la noche
y no parás de llorar.
Al final del túnel de los desahuciados
hay un puerto abierto
a quien ansía llegar.
Yo estaré en el faro de los ahogados
Te estaré esperando
No vayas a demorar.
Una noche larga de una vida corta
pero no me importa
basta poderte ayudar.
Y son tantas marcas que ya forman parte
del que soy ahora
pero no pienso aflojar.
Yo estaré en el faro de los ahogados
Te estaré esperando
No vayas a demorar

Hear the Wind Sing

Talking about the dead is hard, more so talking about those who died young. That’s because having died, they are young forever. However those of us left behind grow older, year by year, month by month, day by day. Sometimes I even feel myself getting older by the hour. And what is really scary is that it’s actually happening.