The Real Life
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This lie you're living... How's going? We should ask this question to each other, I do, I had asked this every day, every minute I live, every time I bring oxygen in and out my lungs, I asked my self, Am living or just breathing?... I think the mayority of people just live because they have to not because they want, some people just breath, because without oxygen they'll die. People now, they don't care about living a fantastic life, full of colors, full of love, full of happiness; they live in a life full of darkness, they are cold people, people who don't care about feelings, people who avoid all the beautiful things in life, people who never discovered who they really are in life, people who just think about their self like one more between a thousand people, they are still alive but they're bearly breathing, they say: I dropped a tear into the ocean, the day you find it tell me cause that's the day I'll stopped missing you, they're cold people because of that, they've been hurt
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