I miss running around and pretending to be someone who was not.
I miss talking to my real friends and say the famous nonsense as ever: "I missed you retarded, you know I'm over that way and even lie to me you have a greater meaning and when walking out that door I know I never see you more as it was before.
That was yesterday.
Today, I am walking and living what I was always afraid, it is now all over my reality and I can even say that in the end everything will work out, that I ask myself:
"What is right?"
Let me succeed in life and it makes me sad for long?
Or break my wings and be happy inside?
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