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«When I was younger,
I met a sad boy.
He had oceans eyes and sadness in himself.
He was looks so terrified about the world were we lived that he started to crying
about all what happen around us. 
I felt bad about him.
As if I would never be able
to do something right...
So I started crying next to him.
I cried a lot, but after the rain
of my soul...he disappeared.

What a surprise.
He never existed.

He was the sadness inside me.
Who left me once I could forget...»












Últimamente todas mis clases debo leerlas en inglés y se me esta pegando :'v 😂
Perdón por los que no entienden, pero quería hacer algo así, a ver si salía bonito.

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