[COLOR orange][B] [center]..nothing special on me..
plain, simple, ordinary..,
tall, dark, and...
(never mind, you can ask my grandma,
i am the favorite)...
i may not have the looks and means
of the infamous leonardo de caprio,
all i've got is this face,
and i am very proud of it..
it's the only one..the real one...
i attributed it to my father,
the looks of a poor and humble farmer..
I grew up in a very poor family,
where life is a constant struggle..
I thank fate for having made me born poor.
Poverty taught me the true value
of the gifts useful to life.
All we see at any moment
is a snapshot of our lives,
there in riches or poverty,
in joy or despair.
Snapshots don't show the million decisions
that led to that moment.
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My Ideal Person
Someone who can easily deliver her thoughts and ideas in a perfect manner. The qualities she possesses are truthfulness, honesty, love for her fellowmen, taking oath not to hurt others, not to pain anyone's soul and try to bow before the worthy and be a balm for the bruised hearts.
My pain. It controls. It controls my soul. You can not understand. As I run my hand. Through the land. Cutting. Wrists. Blood. Sorrow.
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