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I feel your miss. and you no understand me.
deepest fantasy, is the love I feel for you.
when you cry? my Dear Love , I feel a tempest in my heart.
and all water for up, pushing my lips for exit heart.
own my heart, exiting of my body.
I hate this love, congratulations, I hate when do you make me cry...
but is a suicidal love, what's your price tag? is the die?
I'm only a Emo girl... trying survive in the my world black and white...