The head of Man from the shoulders falls.
As a species eventually, decapitated,
As a person I sleep and others abhors
for being I so loose of control,
not castigated!
Sunny side of the street of my shame,
thank you for your being there for me,
if not as a fact, as imagination,
hard rock of mental existence,
I thee reclaim, set me free of the past where I lay trapped.
Oh nimbus of my tainted sky, oh something that may appear and help in some way,
I fear the moment of succumbing. Nonsense over a year, fate at one only day.
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Mera Gente (Seudónimo) (
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Is hard to feel as if everything in life has no solution, this sense of forlorn can very well make us feel utterly alone, but there are many times that we do not see the small things in life that makes it wonderful to experience
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