The face of my soul
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The time has showed me the sufficient thing of we hide for fear, but really he is worth while saying to whom I belonged in the words of the yesterday, sadness leaves the memory of walls that stops my secret happiness in my garden of my memory, only I have left the shade of an empty smile.
I am this mirror of the blind mockery of the reality of through the one through that a lie lives, I hide to protect me from the impurity of the lechery, but really I feel love, that there is no a word that mentions it, my face laughs when the death wants to embrace me, but full house of life cannot for estoy under a mask as his refuge.