As i wake up,i open my window, i see the Athens,the Acropolis…every think is so sick and tired,i die in my room,i am like a bird who cant fly,i want to escape,to run to the alleys,i see me in the showcase of the shops,but is not me exactly,is the man who i want to be,cause now i am on the room and imagine me to be an adult.
I am so tired...
Be me is the most painful think in the word.Cause i am a trouble mind,full with questions,searching in the dark paths of mind to find a answer.Why me ? Read Bio
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