~lA CÁRCEL DE COLORES~

~lA CÁRCEL DE COLORES~

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Un día lindo en el cual no puedo salir , Me tienes atrapada aquí sin poder vivir, Me siento transparente y de color negro, ¡Que más!!!!, hace falta para sentirme blanquinegro. No ,es que ,no sabes por lo que estoy pasando... Siento como si mi vida se estuviera desboronando Como agua entre los dedos y la luna sin su brillo ¡No puedo!, hacer nada solo mirar risas del enemigo. Ni siquiera amigos con el cual divertir y sonreír, Eso demuestra que en la vida a nadie se le tiene confianza , Porque le das su corazón y te demuestra tu espalda ,al verme sufrir. Toda la vida viendo en una mentira, que pena esa ilusión negra que me desgracio,la vida ,siendo sincera tu amistad me hace más negra . Porque me metiste en esta cárcel de colores,en la que puedo mirar pero puras ilusiones , no me aguas eso yo solo quiero sentir ese aire fresco. Sácame ,no me dejes aquí tras estas barras de colores , que no me permite vivir una vida con emociónes , solo quiero salir a ver lo bello que es el país.
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