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To be a

human,I

have to care



Take a topic just

like the importance of the air

Moves in me as this silence,and Wanted



to Make me a human as

it bares,I consider the little things as

they might be the beginning of a flare, I could be



much to carry, or hard to

very, and it could be sweet,it leaves and

just give you a care,there things we see and deny there



things,we just realizes could be

unfair, could those hiding things come out somehow

Or keep on being under the ask,I might see the waves green





And you might see them blue and rare

Water have no colure as we know,unless mixed or belched,

But the bottom that what change rocks, sands, or mud and depth,





Like those aspects and cases are there,

The surface of souls be the sameThe water is the feeling

of actors /actresses reflections is reading and the contents





hids for seen,the content like the bottom,

green,blue, red, black, or maybe white,absorbs the colores

and shows the exact meaning of the flower still If I want to be



able to read, the pure maters and the facts

as they are red one thing that comes on top of these,

And blame my self before you do the blame,I need to be free



from my innate,see not with my eyes,but with your

eyes, blind With your accept the blind of heartsI read

your words not from the pad or the litters,I save it in the



mined,and take a side,in the crowded roads and read

it so laud,or in my depth silence and whisper my soul,Your litters there and the answers form my soul come clear and clear.





Forgive me if I’m mistaking or wrong, and leave the

blame on me,what ever the sound of song,If you come a foot

to me see me,my soul is paved flowers for,never consult some one





Its just to read facts and share,If you love me once

I love you twice And if you hate me I still love you and let

it just pass.,In souls readings,within destiny there is stilla





strong Link I believe if someone form the moon calling

me my eye blinks And link me to the same one as fact I trust the senses.,Like in moms.when she feels something happening to



her child ,or a member, Of the family,and If you

believe in thisthen would be just the same Forgive me if I’m mistaken And correct me if I’m wrong I know I might have trange





Thinking and believes like oldie I agree the destiny,

and reflections of the secretes of souls,

if you ask me why all of this



talk,I would say I want to

be a human To be a human

I have to care





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