My life is dead, I want to die,
Love is too beautiful, it is not for me.
It is not my purpose to live and get my self-love.
It is just an illusion, love one, who knows it better?
Does he have never experienced what real love confessed?
I want to die, not life, is no longer a real affection, love, accompanied by the agenda.
My heart is dead, totally.
Selite:
oletus
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