The End.You walk around with the weight of the world on your shoulders.The End.
You keep to yourself, you hate attention.
Yet you complain about how no one ever notices you.
You complain about how you're always cast away and used as a last resort.
You think how great would it be to have someone actually worry about you.
You hate all eyes on you but you want to make a scene.
But you aren't always like that are you?
No, you hide all this behind that lovely smile of yours. The one people claim brightens the room, and can't help but make people smile.
But you don't believe those people, everything the
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i like your rose
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We didn't come this far because we are made of sugar candy. Winston Churchill.
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" Siente, no pienses. Usa tu instinto. Que la fuerza te acompañe. "
"All the children grow up...except one... "
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