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I don't fit to this world and I'm 31 years old...

It wasn't my intention to be here, have this all thoughts in my mind and only one ear which can hear the truth. 

The other one try to be away but ghosts are whispering all the time memories of my youth. 

I remember when they told me "you can't change this world just live your life". Just. Leave this shit around. 

It wasn't my intention to be here. I swear God I would rather be a bug than live my life like that. Shhh...this sound!

Sounds of remorse are like whistling kettle. You feel...it must be near. You know it's . But this fear... The new letter.

Alphabet of my pain. You can't stop this cycle. "Smile, sit, be nice, be kind, be lit and have a kid. Don't argue, don't swear be like  a mommy bear,  cute and sweet, don't  stand up and dont wear a hoodie just shut up." 

It wasn't my intention to be here.I just wanted to be outside the system which I can't understand. This web of emotions inside my soul. Capturing memories of my hand. "Shake it hard" my grandpa told me. So they will know you are not afraid. Ej! It's too late