This is AmericaImigrant: ''-Look at the streets! There is so many people. So many faces! So many places! So many people that comes from my country! So many chances to get rich, for my familly. This is America!!This is America
I look into their eyes and I see I see love, Problems, Preocupations, Despair, And sadness. I see people with no clothes. Staring at you for money. I see people yelling at others.. People taking things, from other people.. This is America?
When I see their television.. I only see police. I only see crimes.
Mother.The walls were red. She was crawling in her bed. The sky was grey. She had lost her faith.Mother.
I'm here. she is there. I'm not afraid.. even not of fear. She got laid. But I saw her tear.
She is there. But not here. She was afraid.. Afraid of fear. She was dead I saw her last tear.
'Before. I saw pills, She took one, Her face turned white. I saw a seringe, Her arms were purple. I saw a gun, Her throat was red. I saw a whiskey bottle, &nb
deseaseI'm not only a writer. I'm a visionary. Why don't we make love. I know the Missionary. I don't think I know you. But we are happy.desease
I'm not only a sinner. I'm also a believer. I'm not from above. But I'm a dreamer. I don't think you know me. We're still happy.
I'm not there. I'm just here. You Do not need be afraid. Afraid of fear. You know we're not free. But always happy.
I will never beg you please. Did you saw my desease?
theses daysYesterday. Today I woke up from this nightmare, Finally. Tough, I'm not really sure. This world was the same. Same problems. Same pain. I just wanted to sleep again. I just wanted to get away. Maybe the world won't be the same tommorow. I started to live with a broken smile And looking with a darkened eye. Because of this life...theses days
Today, Yesterday I couldn't fell asleep. Now, I just want to sleep But I can't go away.. This world will never change. Same problems, Same pain as yesterday
God.. I feel like crying...
Christmas
Gloomy
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
Thanks for the Watch too!!!!!
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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