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Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things, they burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back. They bruise and bake and come back to haunt you. I've made far too many wishes in my lifetime.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but don't all stories begin this way? The stranger who comes to town and wreaks havoc. The man who stumbles off a cliff on his wedding day. The woman who goes to look out the window when a bullet, or a piece of glass, or a blue-white icicle pierces her breast. I was the child who stomped her feet and made a single wish and in so doing ended the whole world — my world, at any rate. The only thing that mattered. Of course I was self-centered, but don't most eight year-old girls think they're the queen of the universe? Don't they command the stars and seas? Don't they control the weather? When I closed my eyes to sleep at night, I imagined the rest of the world stopped as well. What I wanted, I thought I should get. What I wished for, I deserved.
I knew what my role was in the world. I was the quiet girl at school, the best friend, the one who came in second place. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I didn't want to win anything. There were words I couldn't bring myself to say; words like ruin and love and lost made me sick to my stomach. In the end, I gave them up altogether. By the time I was in high school, I was everyone's confidante; I knew how to listen. I was there for my friends, a tower of strength, ever helpful, especially when it came to their boyfriends, several of whom slept with me in senior year, grateful for my advice with their love lives, happy to go to bed with a girl who asked for nothing in return.
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¡Me has llamado! ¿Cuánto tiempo era que no hablábamos? Creo que la última vez fue cuando Italia ganó el mundial, pero la última vez que hablamos en este plan fue hace miles de años. Eres el mismo de siempre: tu voz, tu forma de reír, tu forma de hablar, tu forma de tomarme el pelo, tu forma de darme ánimo. Tesorino, ha sido como cuando hablábamos del picaero a tu casa, cuando me tiraba horas en el taburete de la cocina. Esta vez han faltado mis risas, todas las que te debía.Y faltará también nuestra cita en la biblioteca. Pero todavía te acuerdas de mi, de mi voz, de todo lo que te conté. ¡No me has borrado como creía yo! ¿Ésto quiere decir que algo bueno te he dejado? ¿Ésto quiere decir que por lo menos para ti fui especial y que algún valor tuve? Si supieras el bien que me has hecho hoy. Sólo te hace falta hablarme un rato para tranquilizarme, sólo tu lo consigues, sólo tu lo has conseguido siempre. Tú eres el único medicamento para mis heridas, pero no estás aquí a mi lado. ¡Cambiaría todo lo que me queda de vida sólo para tener otro día feliz junto a ti! Tesorino, gracias por este regalo, no tienes ni idea de lo que significa para mi. Pero a pesar de todo, no consigo que el alma pare de dolerme por lo que me han hecho. Me gustaría prometerte que voy por la opción 1 y que me levantaré y saldré. Pero duele mucho y si no voy por la opción 2, la próxima vez que hablaremos estaré en un hospital de locos. La gente no es como tú. Es mala y se aprovecha siempre de mi contándome mogollón de mentiras. Hoy estoy aún más segura de que tengo razones de sobra para no quererte olvidar y es porque el trozito de felicidad fuiste tú, y sólo tú, quien me lo dió a probar. Te quiero y ni puedes imaginarte cuánto!
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WILL YOU EVER COME?
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea yea yea
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
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take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
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