Black sheep
I have certain difficulties in saying what I would like to say, when I want to express these words it makes my throat a lump. That's why I write so many words full of torment. Sometimes I even scare myself reading so many bitter words and I wonder if I'm unhappy, I don't know how I feel about it, I just don't feel uncomfortable, I feel normal. Anyway, have a good trip in my poetry.
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Verás que um filho teu não foge à luta, Nem teme, quem te adora, a própria morte. Diz a lenda que meu pai queria um menino para jogar video...
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