sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009




People said to me I point the finger whispers behind my back and to me I do not care. gives me the most if I am different from them I'm not from anyone, I have no owner. I know my critics I know they hate me I envy corrodes my life overwhelms them. Why It Will Be? I'm not to blame they insulted my circumstance. My destiny is that I decide which I choose for me

Who cares what I do? who cares what I say? I am well, and this will never cambiare Who cares what I do? who cares what I say? I am well, and this will never cambiare Perhaps the fault is mine for not following the norm, it's too late to change now. I will keep firm in my belief, will report my positions.

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