Nobody who care you
Who is who in the passing of life, who is in the wheel of life, past life of dust present in the wind, soul and spirit of endless grief and eventually everyone is not who's who, the city is not grass Orioles legend, it always live in the real inside, fast drums, haste figure, numbness of the eyes, fake smile, and I am being assimilated
Time did not teach me anything, it taught me not easy to believe the myth. Leave, to make things simple, people become good, like a child, we start again. A wounded beast, it can go to a cave to hide themselves, and then lick their wounds, they insist, but once they are being, it can not stand
Wound like me, is a stubborn child, refused to heal, because the heart is warm, humid place for anything growing. Because I know you are likely worried about a child, so I cross the line in your hands but did not dare to fly too far. One day I will quietly walk away from your side, without any sound, I missed a lot, I was always a sad.
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