Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a soul anymore.
She is somewhere outside. She left him to be free.
And my body still staying here, getting older on the time watch him passing by.
Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a mind too.
She is somewhere like a soul. But to keep alive the dreams which I already thought, they're gone.
Maybe the problem here is my body. Him is not good enough for them, so they leave him, like people do when they are tired.
Maybe my soul and my mind are tired too, to be there or maybe they are so wild with the need to be free for keeping them alive and healthy.
by Liliana Farinha
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a soul anymore.
She is somewhere outside. She left him to be free.
And my body still staying here, getting older on the time watch him passing by.
Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a mind too.
She is somewhere like a soul. But to keep alive the dreams which I already thought, they're gone.
Maybe the problem here is my body. Him is not good enough for them, so they leave him, like people do when they are tired.
Maybe my soul and my mind are tired too, to be there or maybe they are so wild with the need to be free for keeping them alive and healthy.
by Liliana Farinha
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