hurts so much when it all comes down addosso.un hurt so subtle yet so strong that stunned totalmente.ogni moment I wonder who they are and what I believe every moment and in addition to the above, everything becomes confuso.sono tired. tired of love a love that can not be amare.stanco to give the soul to a job and then kill miseramente.stanco to believe in things that others do not believe even if predicano.stanco to see things differently from those around me, yes, because I'm the one in the morning, the window of a bus, loves to caress the soul with the buildings and the sky and people are still sleepy and the slight sound of rain on the small car that will grow ... and insist stanco.eppure and continuing war in me: 'I true "and the' I like the other" face on the battlefields of my heart pounding and blood. No
My dear sirs, Mars is not a place sereno.le divided equally small tear as well as good intentions and the black that covers me is, by now, one more card to take the first spaceship and just fly via.ma in this life (almost gave up) all the planets in my universe called Mars
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