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Sometimes

ever feel confused. And I am of nature. Doubtful to everything in this world. I guess I never really grew up. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I have grown too quickly. I look and I think . Often strap. Vago illegal in a world that no longer seems to mine. My only exists in my thoughts. Mine is a different world. In this world I realize I have a lot of flaws and I'm sorry. There is always one that I recognize, but often to defend or fight for what matters to them, I lock myself in silence and wait for it's time to give me a reason, but in doing so lose a lot of people I care. ..
Sorry ...

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There is no other reason to live.
Yet it takes little to dim the sun.
we are different people together who decide to walk together.

Un passo per volta.

A volte mi capita di svegliarmi e pensare di vivere una favola, altri giorni invece non ricordo come si fa a camminare insieme.

Mano nella mano.

L'amore, l'unione che porta due esseri umani ad annullarsi e vivere l'uno nell'altro.
Potenza immaginabile per cui- qualcuno diceva - si può essere disposti a morire.
Per me si deve essere disposti a vivere.

Una ragione in più per cui si è disposti a vivere.
E non c'è cosa più difficile.
Ci sono pensieri che ti passano nella testa e basta uno sguardo per farli andare via. Other
lurking and discover them only when it rains. The first
clouds, are the ones that scare me ...
I know it's hard to Starmie next.

I have a crazy fear of showing my feelings, for fear of unintended consequences ...
I wake up and I panic that all this will end ... but most of the time I leave there, in the bottom drawer to live and pass on the good part of the report, the gentleness, love, I still want to feel good a person who has now taken the place of fear .. unforgettable experiences ... making me feel forgotten and found ...

But maybe sometimes I lose something ...