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Cuando dices siento, siento que eres todo, tomas de mi mano y por dentro lloro aunque sea mentira me haces sentir viva, y aunque sea falso el aire, siento que respiro.
Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and you're not better than me, i'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye.. And tell me why?
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- fantassticaa
- San Isidro, Buenos Aires, Argentina
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