There is something
In your eyes
Flowing them over
Stealing all the harmony
Which lives in me
Your hands are covering my tears

Oh, why?

There's a sort
Of inner dance
Trying to seduce me
Feeling this anomaly
Which takes me

Your touch...

You're here...

Your heart....♡
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https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=rpS0vVzPPLw&si=0jvnfvfdY4DvUU62

-muy bien esta vez saldremos tu y yo gothitelle- las luces del escenario se encendieron cuando el participante anterior se retiro, Summer dio un suspiro pesado al ver la letra que debia cantar, colocandose su mascara de escenario salio con su pokemon a la par que la musica empezo bailando un bals ligero
-Meaningless words went straight to your head
Hold onto your pride and I'll hold my breath
Go beat that horse 'til it's long past dead
I'll pack my bags and I'll figure something out
I'll shut the door if you shut your mouth
Go drain me of my love until I'm long past drought- con el uso de psiquico se levaban en el aire dando vuelta y pasos agraciados al ritmo de la musica y paso de su canto

Musica: https://youtu.be/w8ElP_PSuzw?si=njCtSlEBdC_BAC-2

Something you're missing made you who you were
'Cause I've kept my distance, it just made it worse

But I've learned to live with the way that it hurts

Jax Memories,
21/11/2025.

>> If I had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s

There’s something heavy about watching a year come to an end… like every day that disappears takes with it a part of me I didn’t know how to hold on to. Sometimes I look back and feel like I lived too fast, left too many words unspoken, too much love unprotected. And that weight… it hits harder when the calendar runs out.

Closing cycles was never my strength. I always stayed a little longer than I should, always waited for something to change, for someone to return, for the world to give me a break it never planned to give. Some memories don’t burn anymore, but they don’t heal either; they simply exist—shadows that follow me when the road gets quiet.

And yet… there’s a soft, almost human kind of melancholy in watching a year die. Like life whispering that, despite everything I’ve broken, there’s still a chance to do things differently. Not better… just differently. At my pace, with my scars, with my absences.

Maybe that’s all I can ask from the road ahead: a little peace in the noise, a moment to breathe without feeling like everything I love is slipping through my fingers. And if that peace never comes, if the road stays rough… at least I’ll know I tried. That even a tired soul can find a small corner of clarity before the next cycle begins.

Because in the end, that’s what I am: a man still moving forward, even when the past is heavy and the future hurts. A man who looks at the end of the year the way he looks at a sunset—with sadness… but with a quiet hope that maybe, tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less.

En algún lugar sin nombre.
18 de Noviembre, 2025.

People say I’ve got a good-guy face, like it means something… like it keeps the rot underneath from spilling out. Truth is, none of it matters. Not the smile, not the scars, not the lies I tell myself just to get through the day. There’s no redemption waiting, no grand meaning behind the chaos. I’m just a man wearing a borrowed face, trying to hold back the part of me that knows the world burns no matter what I do — and sometimes wishes it would burn faster.

"Some days, you're the only thing I know
Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold
Can't look away, can't look away
Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah
Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed
Don't know if you love me or you want me dead
Push me away, push me away
Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah
Call me in the morning to apologize
Every little lie gives me butterflies
Something in the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Late night devil, put your hands on me
And never, never, never ever let go
Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Late night devil, put your hands on me
And never, never, never ever let go..."

-La mujer estaba cantando y silbando está canción mientras entraba en un callejón. Una oscuridad que invadió el lugar solo destacó los aperlados dientes de la mujer y al hombre que estaba corriendo-

Vamos si sigues corriendo te desangraras..
Tu tiempo termino y me debes tu vida..

- menciono la mujer el hombre que no tenía un brazo y goteaba sangre, cayó suplicando , una masa amorfa con mucho ojos se abalanzó sobre él abriendo una boca con millones de dientes -

Salem tiene hambre ..
Y no puedo negarselo..
- menciono la sonrisa que se veía de lejos, y aquellos fauces devoraron , trituraron y molieron cada parte de ese ser humano. La oscuridad se comenzó a reunir en la masa achicandose hasta salir un gato esponjoso negro como ojos amarillos, mientras la mujer estaba apoyada en la pared -

Estás afro Salem...

Salem: ni una palabra a los vecinos, sere el hazme reír del pasaje..

When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel
Drawin' hearts 'round our names and dreamin' of
Writing vows, rocking cradles
Don't mistake my nice for naive

I don't waste a second, I know lots of guys
You do something suspect, this cute ass bye-bye

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alYCYZvB3yo

—Well... that idiot's not here... I'll take advantage of this to upload something nice. Have a good night.

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@𝖧𝗒𝗎𝗇_𝖪𝖬

𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.

Shadows trace the lines between charm and danger, and for one night, I don’t mind crossing them.
There’s something liberating about wearing darkness like silk — smooth, quiet… and impossible to ignore.


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(Ghostbusters)"

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