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Sometimes in the night I cry, but it's funny because it doesn't make me angry. I try to cheer, but I do not suffocate. And there, in short, I long my face, but in reality, everything that I expect is its message. My vision is troubled, I can not stop crying, so I put myself to pray. My shoulders are glued, and I put myself to ask that we raise this pain, that we withdraw from my mind, everything that makes me want to leave this life. Often it's because of the night that I take this life, but sometimes it's also when there are plenty of people around me. He sees only my smile, if he knew the number of times that I wanted to leave, all the hours passed by on the floor of my room, we hope not to wake up at the moment, all the times that I wanted to do an accident, but I could not do that at the moment. The rushes of pain, I film my 12 hours, so that no one can see this blackness that hides in the depths, certain the divine without knowing that it is a skin that hides hundreds of roots, many have tried to venture, but due to these pills, they ended up abandoning me. I leave them alone with my despair, maybe that's why I love it and stop believing. But when I close my eyes in pain, I believe in a number, I believe almost to a family, a light event, but in fact, it is only a strange pain to love. So I reply, as we do not believe in all these lies, those who give up on dreams, those who hope to achieve it, but the weapon will break and I will knock myself out in my arms if only someone could come to my heart, the hands of enemies who would reject me in love.