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Queretaro

I could write a book. A book about the life I´d like to have lived. The things I´d like to have done. Things like writing books. I can still see the light at the end of the tunnel shine through the dark times even when I lose my mind But it feels like no one in the world is listening and I can´t ever seem to make the right decisions I walk around in the same haze I´m still caught in my same ways I´m losing time in these strange days but somehow I always know the right things to say Todo lo que se... el tiempo es una cosa valiosa velo volar mientras el péndulo se balancea es como tener una voz detras de mi cabeza It's like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my