Soy NO carnivoro por convicción. Tal vez asexual. Misántropa
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The quiet scares me cuz it sreams the truth...
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There are flowers in my room
And they don’t need a job
They just need time
To grow and die
And the lovers on their cloud
don’t give a shit about the money
They’re here to try
To stay side by side
But it’s so hard
‘Cause the morning always comes to kill the dream
You had the night before
Well I’m dragging myself all along the pavement
Up in the sky, there’s someone behind
And he’s guiding my steps
Up and down the life stairs
Helps me thereby leaving again
And I’m walkin