There are many people in my head
knocking on my head
What i could do?
When Will my steps decresing ..
My head is getting sick
My hands seeking something that dont exist!
my eyes wants to close and resting all my life in a bed
What i could do?
when I walk by my past and my senses are like a very fast car around the corner.
all my melting ice..
I transform into another kid looking for another mother
where is the garden's key?
(maria eduarda 02:49 a.m)
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