Can Have Herpes Only In Pubic

I ran out of strength and let go of the reins

"As winter hurts me poisons
As time
How it hurts to be dying and
Like My Lips
everywhere Solitude

bought unsalted bread for lunch. Do not know why no salt. eternally rains, cold burn, and the illusions of disarming, or little by little, without realizing it, I'm gonna lose one by one, until you get home with empty pockets and face pale and cold. I do not remember I have the hair color, the last days I have gained a lot, but no, I do not look ... I know my boobs hardly new. Violeta I do not understand what it calls the universe, or what I'll end up mutating. I guess in two weeks, a birthday, celebrating nothing, being afraid of everything, still facing deep every part of my becoming. It is an immense solitude, pampering is a need for reckless, impatient and devouring. And here there is only rain and bread. There are times when life brings me the costume, and put on the teacher, very young, Mom. And I go to meet to re-enter the house naked in cold and insolent let me no hope, no hope decent.
I had two months of travel on a ship never made waves day and gave no rest. I bleed, I repented, I knew a man and you said goodbye. No woman can be the same afterwards. Now it will dawn on a desolate island, without jack no doctors, no friends. And when you finish come the summer I'm going to bed on a raft and I'm going to let go. When my raft I touch a port to show signs of my journey. And maybe one day, provide a post with a smile of healing.
If I was wrong without trying.