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Just Another Face

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LECTURAS 80
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Partes 7
Hora <5 mins

depression hatred losses sad society

This are just a few things which crossed my minds over night. Many people have multiple sides which I want to show through some poems or whatever. This storys can be written in GERMAN & ENGLISH. Sorry if I make some faults in the english part, I'm not an native speaker.Todos los derechos reservados

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Maybe I'm Insane

Maybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, because in reality... we are society. I've come to realize that just maybe, were all meant to be a little insane.