ies, unattainable, beautiful, eternal ..... Why not me, being imperfect, lack of enthusiasm and happiness, with unanswered questions with soul and heart into pieces alike, seeking the answer despite having it already , which covers his eyes with any situation that is not in your hands, that strives to be like you, because we are not equal, because you're not like me ..... because life made you so lacking of hope and full of wisdom, because you have no worth fighting for, because you do not mourn, I that he knows the penalty, which is happy, you know the joy that life miserable for you, perfect and beautiful, because I have no doubt, this is one reason why I should continue my life I follow step by step, without regret of what could be and what it is, it happen nowis perfect, and dead to grieve because they can not be an ideal woman, and stopped the mental war held by each person but the answer lies in each of the parts of his soul, those who must pick up where I leave them scattered in a cry, a penalty in a deshilusion, look,,,, and find the perfect life is the ingredient you need to enjoy the craziness of life, and your complete imperfection makes you divine being who exists only on this earth, no more .... anyone else ..... Vos
that you
rosando stepping peace pieces
waves bounce fucking shining on the sea without care
taking what life gives you
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