I feel like
Everything I do
I do it wrong
I feel like
Every time I talk
When I open my mouth
I lose a friend
I feel like
Every one would
be pleased if I die
I feel like
If I had never existed
Every little thing
And every person
On all my surround
would be better
I feel like
every one
would be happy
without me
my thoughts
my feelings
or company
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Autor:
Blake (Seudónimo) (
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- Categoría: Reflexión
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