just want to break into a thousand pieces try to do something special with them
Prevent "mediocre"
resonate in my brain hole
Gone are the days when I
was effortlessly brilliant
The crepe paper balls
were always my specialty, and my dilemmas were limited to
the playtime
I am a girl among the millions of faces
look back at me I'm still looking for something that
avoid
me my shame
myself trying to change, make me as
No one wants to acknowledge
before
it is too late
The judge nods silently
How do you plead?
... Guilty ...
Because I can not pretend something I'm not hurt me
Because each centimeter of bones,
be just a disappointment
- I can not help it -
pd: This humble hookah a poem of his published letters in Attachment Q of PuntoEdu ... Does anyone in Ardillalandia saw it? hahaha ... kisses and I'll be back =)
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