in those days, those filled with uncertainty and nervousness, those who were right before, which were never long enough or short enough.
day while it lasted, it was only a couple, but I let the feeling of growing up years
The Days later, that no matter what happened but how you gave up, those in which expected a nice feeling after having overcome the vertigo. but only you met a stifling wind recorriendote, while not knowing when you fell rock bottom, because the background ...
there
stifling future rises
nothing remains of that time full
premitia you enjoy a sunset with
quiet passing of the days will fly strenuous colpea
the minute you with full zaƱay
pride permeates you. in the mind and soul rl rn
no child is being considered day
the entelechy,
the coming and going stale is about constant
quit and sigh wearily creaking bones
long for ae times of distress rather
but you're not adult
child
you're not part of that group of stragglers
mourners who call you and you insult
dressing
with desire for independence denied
with memories unattainable in mind
you just have to look forward
fingers crossed in search of fortune
worthless
your present and your past and they have forgotten
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