Passing the time, years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds ... life.
Time passes and we continue to grow, time to, as always, walk dragged
waiting ... Time passes and the years add, subtract life, experiences multiply and love ... love? I played the worst part ... is divided.
A love after another, some more than love, obsession and divide slowly, certainly stop believing "seeing is believing" and gradually lose your wing.
angels say we were more optimistic voices in the world, the less realistic, but to what extent?
I have no wings, no ... but sometimes I like to fly, though no doubt some people are angels, very few.
I like to think we all were once, and that in the depths of our soul, where we only have dreams and illusions, where only we decided to what happens, our world! our fantasies ... that part of us if you belong to an angel. We can dream
love, live and raise back to our reality, we are angels to live and create those dreams? perhaps, as some would say, angels of one wing.
live as humans, eat, grow ... but we love, we want, we live love every minute, every moment without realizing it, we were really angels? maybe yes ... maybe my half walk half loose looking for me, or maybe you already found me and I did not realize ...
Love ... I mentioned many times without getting anywhere, because it never lived, because it never I felt that we expect from life?
as an opportunity to live in our dreams, our world of "wonders."
Time passes and nothing comes, the illusion is lost, waiting? yeah ... waiting to jump into the void, where the fall is long, where the ground is solid hit ... where it hurts, where the pain is killing us little that is left in our soul, what little remains of the angel in our lives, losing everything in every fall, every feather, every shot ...
Time passes and I keep falling, and I hope I wonder? and I wonder why I fall? I hope the opportunity to love ... I fall in the hope of feeling that flight, hope that love I do not know, hope that illusion that life happened.
I throw in the hope of flying like an angel, to find that out that I need, to know that love to know, to live your life ... live with that energy which has led humanity to the point where I am The moment in which I write, thinking what I always dream of love.
really exist? someone told me that if ... someone who sees him nearly every day ... but really there in our lives, will actually someday? Still waiting
not fall, remembering how much I hurt the last time you jump ...
Time passes and we continue to grow, time to, as always, walk dragged
waiting ... Time passes and the years add, subtract life, experiences multiply and love ... love? I played the worst part ... is divided.
A love after another, some more than love, obsession and divide slowly, certainly stop believing "seeing is believing" and gradually lose your wing.
angels say we were more optimistic voices in the world, the less realistic, but to what extent?
I have no wings, no ... but sometimes I like to fly, though no doubt some people are angels, very few.
I like to think we all were once, and that in the depths of our soul, where we only have dreams and illusions, where only we decided to what happens, our world! our fantasies ... that part of us if you belong to an angel. We can dream
love, live and raise back to our reality, we are angels to live and create those dreams? perhaps, as some would say, angels of one wing.
live as humans, eat, grow ... but we love, we want, we live love every minute, every moment without realizing it, we were really angels? maybe yes ... maybe my half walk half loose looking for me, or maybe you already found me and I did not realize ...
Love ... I mentioned many times without getting anywhere, because it never lived, because it never I felt that we expect from life?
as an opportunity to live in our dreams, our world of "wonders."
Time passes and nothing comes, the illusion is lost, waiting? yeah ... waiting to jump into the void, where the fall is long, where the ground is solid hit ... where it hurts, where the pain is killing us little that is left in our soul, what little remains of the angel in our lives, losing everything in every fall, every feather, every shot ...
Time passes and I keep falling, and I hope I wonder? and I wonder why I fall? I hope the opportunity to love ... I fall in the hope of feeling that flight, hope that love I do not know, hope that illusion that life happened.
I throw in the hope of flying like an angel, to find that out that I need, to know that love to know, to live your life ... live with that energy which has led humanity to the point where I am The moment in which I write, thinking what I always dream of love.
really exist? someone told me that if ... someone who sees him nearly every day ... but really there in our lives, will actually someday? Still waiting
not fall, remembering how much I hurt the last time you jump ...
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