Where would I go?
I'm near my old happiness
That now are under the earth,
Oh, come to me
And hear my story
Oh,
They all hurt me,
And took from between my hands,
All my life and my happiness!
© 2010
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I'm the story that always travels in the jungle. The story that's like a strong horse in his dominated area! Like a dowry when rebellion against the dominator.
I'am a living, dying, hoping to survive ME!
beautiful wonders.
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How poignant
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