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domingo, 17 de fevereiro de 2013

I have a dream...

Well,
I have a dream.
A dream of a better place to live, to lay down your head on the pillow and get a nice sleep.
A dream that her would be she again.
A dream in which there would be no time, but I ain't got some.
This timeline has an end, everything does.
What about us? No time for regrets?
Soon i'll be down... and you will cry for?
For what you done?
Will you?
My dream doesn't end well, so does life.
What the hell! Is it dream?

by Santi.

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