Deep in the recess of our minds,lays a time we often forget. We file it away, we harden and we pretend it never was. When was the first time you expirienced hurt? You felt that pain that had you weeping openly? What hapen that made you close up, that made you push it down and hide it away, a memory never to be looked at again? Where you so young that you've spent most of your life hard and callous? Did you loose your innocence so long ago you don't see it in the world around you? |
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Quando a inocência se foi tornamo-nos incapazes de ver a pureza nos outros. Passamos a ser incrédulos quanto à verdade dos sentimentos e não nosmostramos... Nobody wins living like this
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