When I was little my mom told me that angels live in heaven ... but I am aware that this was not true, because if the angels live in heaven ... then why did you here?
Every day I go past the hundreds of people,
faces happy or unhappy do not know me.
I'm looking for just one face, which can not.
All these big eyes watch me,
arguing, you will not find it in this crowd of people.
Where are you? When I find this?
We look forward to my defeat,
because they have been told in my part of the face.
Why this is not with me when the cry of propada?
A get only part of the face,
Remember, still exist,
and not leaving.
When you want to die soon know that it is not worth living,
Since the life of the pain that the market breaks the heart and soul,
Then she remembers that there is someone who can understand this!
When you want to die when they Presedo solitude, when you moving toward collapse,
Then think to remember that this has always somebody loves!
When you want to die, when you realized that life path, overgrown with thorns
And does not stop, but go further, let it bake and thorns hurt,
So that they reach the desired goals!
When you want to die, when tired of life and know
That there is no hope and no solutions
This time the turn and smile, because the sun shining on!
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