SAD-EYED GIRL
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I cleaned when others soiled.
I repairing when others destroyed.
I loved her while others used.
for her was a hell
for me the Sky.
I wanted to repair, join parts, delete your look those sad eyes and shape your soul.
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This Story Is The Translation Of " La Chica De Los Ojos Tristes" That Is In My Profile.
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