Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Sos mi último pensamiento antes de dormir y el primero apenas me despierto. Es inevitable no pensar en vos con lo increíble que sos.

Yo esperando que Hank me responda. 😪

She's not a saint and she's not what you think. 🙉

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