Historia
Moriste.
Lloré.
Y seguí levantándome.
Un poco más despacio.
Y mucho más mortal.
Story
You died.
I cried.
And kept on getting up.
A little slower.
And a lot more deadly.
Not okay I am not okay today. So, in the absence of okay, what else can I be? I can be gentle. I can be unashamed. I can turn my pain into c...