I fight my demons everyday, they come and go they up and flow like the ocean. You think you know me and you know me, but you dont know . . . How scared I am. So I like to make excuses, and I like to blame everyone else. And I like to point my finger at you, rather then change myself. It's just eachday goes by so fast I cant seem to grasp them. And I tend to run away from my reflection. You see I am, so petrified, to be god-like. .
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Muy fuerte P.!
Y la imagen!
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