Mi little lies are big tears for me, they represent my thinest side, my weakest truths. Those trees that keeps some dreams came true, that I`ve never asked. And much more absense, of my biggest unsatisfied desires and worst fears breathing. Make a crumble with my plays. I`m ashamed and I`m alive. I`m alone and not so `lone, and this beautiful fantasy shine me asheamed me and fills me in.
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