this is my time of deep depression (as I write with a little more easily)
Crimson Red Beaten by her, the proud, the relentless
Spilled the firmament
my blood What
lips almost think I can be happy with his subtle touch.
And as the sun sets shot where the eye can see my beloved
That covers everything
uncertainty Throwing flashes of dim light shooting
And under it when everything seems to fit
When my tears appear in the solitude of his presence
But Ah! How sweet agoned the feeling at the mercy
Wrapped and haunted by their celestial guardians
silvery For this great treasure that is represented with
And that its cutting small stars
If I look up I can imagine her
With a mischievous smile dancing around in his lips shaped
always beautiful always elegant
And she is my mother because I was born to be his daughter
And as a mother teaches hard lessons
Misunderstanding, anxiety, loneliness
are words whose meaning makes sense
taught me to cry
with facts and truths, truths that
vece
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