Who am I?
Sometimes I think I don't know who am I. This is crazy, isn't?
I born in this world, but I belong another one.
The worst thing in my life is: I know who I am, but I can't show it. People won't to understand. So is like, I don't know really me, just a part.
I'll to find my way, find me. I born for something. It's just to breath long, to think in happy things and wait for the reason
One day, maybe, everybory will to know me-maybe I'll do too.
I born in this world, but I belong another one.
The worst thing in my life is: I know who I am, but I can't show it. People won't to understand. So is like, I don't know really me, just a part.
I'll to find my way, find me. I born for something. It's just to breath long, to think in happy things and wait for the reason
One day, maybe, everybory will to know me-maybe I'll do too.

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