The last error is being honest.
Love sends me in all weakness.
I look in the mirror.
See the one who draws the eye of anything powerful. I see him leave, leave me with one who is honest, and the turtle walks off in the rain. I have few steps left to open my heart. Make no fight. It might not be a matter of days or months. My life is halfway over. It's unimportant. I'm beginning to simply be strong.
See the one who draws the eye of anything powerful. I see him leave, leave me with one who is honest, and the turtle walks off in the rain. I have few steps left to open my heart. Make no fight. It might not be a matter of days or months. My life is halfway over. It's unimportant. I'm beginning to simply be strong.
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