the story of my life......
i cannot see i am destroying him
everytime i walk at the door
and he is dying slowly inside..
i cannot stand it,,,
si pudiera....seria invisible
malditasea....porke demoniios no puedo ser
diferente.....otra educacion....otro ser
otra yo....persona distinta
persona nueva
todo..todo.menos yo...
sola? no..bn acompaniada..
U just don't see it...but he/she is there
no ghost, no nothing
just an angel..
i need to meet
and make friends with..
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