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While still small, always dreamed of flying ... .
Every time I send for the purchase or church or school, they were the few times I had to go alone walking down the street, I always liked close your eyes, lift your arms up high ...
but high!! .. and walking down the street like that ... I seemed to be in flight.
.. And I imagined that my father took my hand and my mother the other ... and was so happy, smiling ...
... Even ... if they wanted much much ... felt the warmth of his hands: "The
my father was strong ... big ...
and made me feel secure, fully protected,
and knew that nobody would ever harm me while cogiera his hand.
-La, my mother was not so strong, was sweeter .. But I
gave stability and affection.
And I was so fucking happy ...
Always seek the feeling in other hands .. ..
in someone to love me ..
.. me and I really loved it ..
but this time .. never came.
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... and then you came.
messy my whole world ..
messy my whole world ..
and that is what has to be ..
and you think you know how I feel? ..
and you think you know how I feel? ..
... you know your in my life? .... what!
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