'What I have to do' I did.
When my mom hated
'What I have done' I stop doing.
My dad tells me what to do,
I'm going to never do.
My mom asks me to stop once again,
I still doing.
Is this the time?
When I can say, rebel age...
Refuse anything when I fell I was refused.
Dislike anything when I think I was disliked.
A part of me, a pardon.
A worthy of values. Keep inside.
Where?
Onto mine.
To much lie, too much cry.
Do I want to die?
I lost my felling to alive.
But, I'm not ready yet.
Let I walk along the street.
By myself to think about my life, once.
Els-
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