My son, my fight
I never said I did not want you
but to wear the souls that I help
can matter in the world
I have the vision of them
morning to evening
except when I try to sleep
I put a boil in my ear
I do not hear anymore
I can not see at all
and I add if I can not do it
the black mask of plane
and there I sleep
you were the first
with miss born with a spoon in the mouth
but you are my son
to be able to
certe
dreamed child
I am not a hero
but you are my hero
you are worthy of your father
a real burnt head like you
never happy ever wise
heads burned on 2 legs
I never stopped loving you
never hurt
you yes
but you are young
I love you brothel
I saved you life certe
it is to read your future in the eyes of your mother
at the time
and I could not break the pain
then without thinking
you have some of my chakra for you to understand
in truth it is a vital part of me
I have it more
but you yes
you are my child next to certe
not the same language
and I will always fight for you
I am selfless I do not care
I am like this
yes, I love you
and I'll break everything if you touch one of your hair
you know it..my little strawberry .... lipstick red strawberry that's all my words....
Je me nomme MarieNadiaLaura Sofia, mon blog contiendra musiques,vidéos,articles,dessins,pensées , phylosophiques, voyances'et poesies comme si vous y étiez. ..
NLC
NLC
mardi 29 mai 2018
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