Há tua maneira

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My mind is muddled every step I take and one more stumbling I feel this hole has no end if that's how I prefer to continue imagining that this pain is just a breeze of air, on the darkest and rainiest nights I just want to get in the middle of this rain and crying incessantly no one can see my pain, my face is always locked like a lock whose key has been lost, no matter how much I threw myself in the face of everything that is negative even so I just think about what I can do to have it empathy put me in each one's place, we are all different and each one has a feeling and with the growth it diverges more and more I wanted to find a way to unite everything I'm not talking about a super glue I prefer to unite everything with one word that all we know little but know how to speak clearly "LOVE".

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