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domingo, 7 de julho de 2013
It is not love, can not love me who makes me cry
It is not love,can not love mewhomakes me cry,can not love medoes not seeinthe pictureof
eternal love. Lovecan not besomething thatmakes you suffer,who saidtobe lovehas to havetearsof paindoes not knowlove. TodayI made sure tostop loving you,I can not lieitwill hurtmy soul,my mindwillexplode withmuchto think aboutbutyoucan not livea love thatmakes you suffer. Everystep I takefartheryou'll have morechancesto findsomeonewho loves measI deserve. Everytearthat I leavethe path,left a trailof mystoryand the timelostfor loving youtoo much. TodayI feel like afreebirdin searchof myselfchunks ofmytimethatI've beenby his sidemade sure tosteal. I can notlove me ifI do notgivevalue,I can not getthevaluealongsidesomeone whohad no lovefor me. I writemystorywith drops oftears,butsure I'lllove and beloved bysomeonewho deservesthe greatest lovethe world. A whirlwindof feelings,a hurricane ofemotionsso am I,waiting fora newandgreat love