Mi vida no es mala.
Simplemente dejó de ser mía.

Esta es una de las tantas cartas para mí.

Le pondré fin.

Toluca would have been Paris, 
but Aimeé, you were at the bad place at the wrong time... you stayed longer than you imagined or you possibly can manage... you were so stubborn... so so so squared.
Now it's time... time to go.

The other side: life's complex here, there... everywhere.
The decision is mine.
I decided to go back home.
Maybe i'll be here again, but hopefully in other circumstances.

Again, an easy chick with a wishful thinking, an open heart and trusting mind.

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