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Everything is as real dreams of a future life with my true friends but they are not really as if one would like me do not think that is no reason to talk
To stand up in a celebration not think you know the inpresion to see them looking elsewhere if I could better know the question is how? What if I can not keep my happiness?
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Neither the sirens talk to me as I did not care about my nose or my pajamas pillow as if to think I will not even want to talk like I have somebody else who really support me
Well I will talk as if I have no friends that I really want to support not only annoying
no longer really believe that if I exist or that a ghost is not as aware as at least I have a friend with no explanation and I would really hurts that we were all friends
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Neither the sirens talk to me as I did not care about my nose or my pajamas pillow as if to think I will not even talk with me as I would have somebody else who really support me
