i don't know what love is
i don't know if is good or bad
i don't know if i'm going to love
something or somebody someday
i don't love myself
and i think it's okay to be this way
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Poesíathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
another language
i don't know what love is
i don't know if is good or bad
i don't know if i'm going to love
something or somebody someday
i don't love myself
and i think it's okay to be this way
