All you see is an entire room on fire but it has never been so beautiful.
Their pain is your own seductive price but you cant feel it and then do i understand what it means to die.
The sun isn't my friend and perhaps being away is better then being alive.
Perhaps being alone is the only way i know.
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Poesía"You walk in everyday with the same mistake. Your alive. You walk in and out, still no change." -i am a working stiff
