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There's a depressive side of me?
No.
That's how I'm.
When I'm not like that,
Is when I'm really pretending.
English version
I finally understood.
I'm not a master.
I'm not your master.
I'm just a doll being controlled.
Controlled by love.
Your love.
And I can't,
I can't stop of being chained to you.
I'm dependent of you.
If you don't breath I don't breath either.
I never intended this to happen.
But it did.
I'm obsessed with you.
Like I said,
I'm just a doll being controlled,
By love.
Your love.
English version
Just a doll.
Abandoned there,
With the other dolls.
I'm just a doll.
Waiting to be chosen,
When you come from that door.
I always wait,
For you.
But you never play with me.
You never did.
Even when you bought me.
You just put me here.
But I really don't care.
I love you so much.
I wish you would chose me.
But in fact,
I'm just a doll,
And you never want to play with me.
English version
Losing you hurts.
But I actually didn't lost you,
You let me go.
And I can't do anything about it,
It was your decision.
I have to be comprehensive.
I have to.
Even when I don't want.
English version
Can someone take this pain away?
I want to forget everything.
But at the same time I don't want to.
It was so beautiful,
But it ended so tragically.
Why do the most beautiful things end?
Why do the perfect moments end up being just memories?
It seems it was yesterday that everything began.
But actually,
It was yesterday that everything ended.
It hurts.
So *can someone take this pain away?

**Please?
English version
i wish you could
see me
the way i see you
think of me
the way i think of you

but im just a gay
who pretend to be
a damsel in distress

who will love me?
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to fly,

you must learn
how to

crawl

©IGMS
lesson #1 from butterfly

allow the process to take
and practice slowly
only then, you can truly fly

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Why do we do better
To make things only worse
We make our houses big
Our kids are grown
Telecommunication
New yard, technical phones.
Staring out of our window
Lost, lonely in a thoughtful watch
Wondering will someone make it
To our door or stop on our block
Or leave us in our house alone
As the quiet loner's we are.
The accuser
Is really the
Predator,

The prey
Always falls victim
To these predators,

And after their done ******
Us victim's,
They
Apologize,
And say they didint realize what they were doing.
How could you not know,
You are the predator.
Us victim's though,
We dust our feet
And get back up.
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