Always next to something dark.
Living since the life happens,
Every moment, it is a life, flood of drama, since any other one.
I sit this dark side, inside my,
As if he was a devil, who wants to go out to demonstrate his ire.
Both pain that to throw, and an ocean full of water, which will come up to the sky.
Would not like to return to feel it.
One day the people you scream, for a mistake, and the devil that you feel in your stomach goes out, extracting his ire.
Both pain that to throw, and a reservoir of full water, which was coming to the land of the skies.
Would not like to return to feel it.
I think that every day this devil drags me to the death mas sure.
So that god us saves to all, since this devil we it have all.
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