My bosom represents the one of a slaves never ending maim.
Life has beaten me with its belt, tearing my soul apart and making it bleed injustice.
Eyes only see the scarlet on the tiles, the body.
The pain I left is now blank, mother dearest will never come back.
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When Only Paper Can Save
PuisiSueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
