My friends think I'm moving on, the truth is I'm not that strong and nobody knows it but me. I keep all the words you said in a box underneath my bed and nobody knows it but me.
But if you're happy, I'll get through somehow.
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- Azul.
- Buenos Aires, Argentina
- 22, pisciana. Traductora en camino, proyecto de cantante. "I'll wreck myself and begin anew."
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- Hopeless, breathless, baby.. Can't you see?
- "Puedo sola".
- Un año más, siete años.
- Sunshine shining through the windshield.
- Flashback.
- What to do.
- You’ll never enjoy your life living inside a box...
- We are never ever getting back together, like.. ...
- First love.
- All we'd ever needed.
- Love don't live here.
- We are never ever getting back together.
- Stop it.
- Meet you in paris.
- Advices.
- Live, love, laugh.
- Piglet's Big Movie.
- Weakness.
- Cambios, vueltas de la vida.. Gracias por haber ap...
- Un día de estos sentiré que ya no pienso en ti, se...
- Desde lejos.
- How can you mend a broken heart?
- Hold on.
- Cry me a river!
- The dawn brings another day to sing about the magi...
- I won't give up.
- Songs.
- A fairytale waiting for its 'And they lived happy ...
- Feel like I feel, trying to find a better way so ...
- Bridewars.
- Believe in me.
- Hold on til the night.
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