Poetry pain ..... I am a clown dropped the wind, I do not see you or touch my soul and die a thousand times, starting in the land in blood, I'm the clown of the pain, my tears are black in 'm fading away .... so much pain in so much pain, upset with this deadly fate, who sings in the dawn so much pain .... And now my beef cloves awe in cutting glass, my soul died, now lives only a housing start, a bloody rose hurt, stuck on a cross and cry God because "God why? Why have you forsaken me in this vale of tears and death, where everything was beautiful turned gray, and my soul was tarnished by the pain of life ... Damn life thou art cursed among all beings, I am condemned to wander into this abyss where I walked out of creating everything to serve, and lost myself in pain, physical and moral-minded, and now crying and off my soul into the hands of death to find to life, and amid the pain, I'm a clown who cries alone.
Perdi uma pessoa que eu amava mais que tudo.
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