The past touched me softly and gave me goose bumps.
Suddenly as disgusted of my appearance, spitted on my face and left.
- No, I never denied you. Why do you treat me like this?
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The past touched me softly and gave me goose bumps. Suddenly as disgusted of my appearance, spitted on my face and left. - No, I nev...
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I see, I see hypocrite beings judging something, I see, I see disgrace in form of depression, I see, I see revolt in all the non-conf...
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Inadvertently, I seek for my destruction at each psychological fight, A fight against the logical is a fight against myself
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Day by day I dream of this tomorrow Hard times disguises of freedom and shouts us the harsh reality I run in directions of craziness ...
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It is not me who writes but someone that suffered several tumbles and remains the same; Someone that dreams to fly and lives down th...