you say time heals all wounds.
And if you think you are on the ground,
Can you be sure that everything ends well.
tell you that there is no reason to be melancholy
And that thou shalt not have so kindly,
little egotist.
the other is going even worse, stupid child,
Think about the.
you say that you shall not your nose so far up wearing.
You arrogant beast.
pampered as you are, you do not even know what is suffering.
pride is called up, despite your self-esteem is drunk in the corner.
It has a moral and staggers with the madness hand in hand back home.
your imaginary dignity is all that you have left.
You miserable existence.
But where wounds were, will never be smooth skin.
But only scars criss-cross.
And the pain that never goes away.
Beautiful pain
always reminds you of what you've done.
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