sometimes I hate my life, why this suffering must be experiencing,,, crying, tears in his eyes that had countless ... and when this is all over,, no one who knows,,, they came to me when they need me,,, but when I need them, I was ignored. I've said it all with just a guitar, which always accompany when I'm sad and happy. let you run it what you you like, but again I do not expect to come upon you. and do not look for me again! I hate you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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