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Men **** each other outside while we regret their reasons but we are like them, we are fated to **** too... so, we won't be alive at dawn. and the words are dangerous, and the screams don't belong to us, and the souls just evaporates. Oh kid, you will change this world but I won't help you because I don't believe in us... I just have no faith in us, I am just fated to get used. and our hearts are stones, and our eyes don't cry, and our mouths are tombs. Sometimes we are afraid of living because of those open wounds, but when you hold my hand and smile unconcernedly, I know it was worth to grow up. and it's worth to live to die, and it's worth to plan some future, and it's worth to be a child.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
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Men **** each other outside while we regret their reasons but we are like them, we are fated to **** too... so, we won't be alive at dawn. and the words are dangerous, and the screams don't belong to us, and the souls just evaporates. Oh kid, you will change this world but I won't help you because I don't believe in us... I just have no faith in us, I am just fated to get used. and our hearts are stones, and our eyes don't cry, and our mouths are tombs. Sometimes we are afraid of living because of those open wounds, but when you hold my hand and smile unconcernedly, I know it was worth to grow up. and it's worth to live to die, and it's worth to plan some future, and it's worth to be a child.
jonasgoncalves
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
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