My past is so sad, hurt me in a way that makes me cry every day.
in my eyes no longer shines, emeu smile is no longer true
some say that every night is a dream, but there are also ensuring that not all, only the summer.
at the bottom it has no importance, what matters is now.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we could sometimes win by fearing to attempt.
My dilemma is = the greater the difficulty, the greater the merit in it overcomes.
what matters is my now
what matters is my now
what matters is my now
Always was and always will be my ...
now
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