Inside myself a hidden truth that lacks a sort of break.
I feel every ounce of passion, I publish him a fake.
Treasuring my warmth I embark an everyday...
this sort of tragedy, pain stakes in every way.
Without my remorse I hesitate, all your hearts integrity.
For only there, and only there.... I find a place for me.
If inside my soul you miss my presence... fight a way, intrude me.
I miss only of your excellence and dispose of your mystery.
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