Giving Up

I met a soul, once. I couldn’t stop staring at that soul. But, sometimes, you just have to give up. It isn’t for you. It’s not your choice. You have to make that choice. I made the choice. I’m giving up.

destiny, faith, whatever. Not for me.

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Qué me mueve?

What moves me?

The little things in life. Happy animals. Chokers. Halloween. Money. Work. Love. Candy. Photography. Writing. Movies. Stories. Books. Cats. Home. Alternative stuff. My store. Receiving letters… Antique stuff. Castles. Mistery.

I’m very simple. So simple. Too simple I guess.

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