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Sometimes I aloof do play other
Ghali
I have an imaginary enemy because the real is not able
Ghali
I write my story with sweat and blood ... You can not stop now my name is too large
lowlow&mostro
I had left him a strange malinconia.Mi are close to my solitary body and , step by step , I became increasingly triste.Sapevo the reason the reason for that tristezza.Avevo want love too , of furtive caresses , a heart in turmoil
Margaret Mazzantini
A volte mi metto in disparte faccio giocare gli altri
Ghali (optional)
Ho un nemico immaginario perché il vero non è in grado
Ghali
italiano-non sono bravo a soffrire non vedi che soffro male non riesco neanche a mangiare ho paura di soffocare-English- I'm not good to suffer do not see what harm I suffer I can not even eat I am afraid of choking-
italiano-sarà sempre ms voi scusate per il sangue-English- ms you will always be sorry for the blood ...
Scrivo la mia storia col sudore e con il sangue...Non puoi più fermarmi ora il mio nome è troppo grande
Lowlow&mostro
Mi era rimasta addosso una strana malinconia.Mi sono stretta al mio corpo solitario e,passo dopo passo,diventavo sempre più triste.Sapevo il motivo il motivo di quella tristezza.Avevo voglia d'amore anch'io,di carezze furtive,di un cuore in subbuglio
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