Yes, you. [anónimo hasta que el autor dé la cara]

"You. Yes, I’m talking to you. To the one who took my trust and played with it like a kid playing with a piece of paper. Yes, you. The one who took something that never had your name on it, the same one who thinks life is a play; like a sick sad puppet. Shameless, because you weren’t enough to hold yourself. Coward, because you couldn’t get the strength to come clean about your mistakes. Some things are worth standing, some things are worth fighting for, but you, you’re not worth the time of losing some time. This might not be poetry, or a Nobel winner speech; this is more that you deserve, this is more that you’ll ever get, this means you’re not big enough to be called a mistake. Yes, you. The same one who’s reading this and knows it’s just for you. The exact same one who took the lowest trick in its advantage. Yes, it is you. The one with the name not worthy enough to be in these lines…"


Bueno, esto me pareció interesante y quise compartirlo con los seguidores, por motivos ajenos al equipo del blog, el autor de las palabras anteriores queda en anonimato, espero lo hayan disfrutado. ;)