Sparkly angel, where are you? Did you forget me? I’m still waiting for my savior, my angel. But it’s so hard to believe and I’m tired. I’m so tired. All my agony and pain are consuming me and I can’t make anything, nothing beyond watch. What can I do? Tell me, because I don’t know. Why is it so hard? I always look the people smile and it seems very easy, but I think that these smiles are fake. The real happiness is in the soul, deep inside, locked in our hearts. But if it is true I can’t believe in the happiness. A demon without heart can’t be happy.
Rita Cruz
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