You had waken all my fears when you stopped trusting on me….

You have been tried to control everything about me….

Pushing  me to my dark side…

Feeding all my black shadows, my darkness is on my back again…

and now…

the only thing you say to me is get away….

I don’t stand you….

How easy is to pronunce the words ‘ill’, ‘mad’ or ‘crazy’.

You woke all my fears up, but you didn’t tell me what for…

Cecilia Sebé Mercader.-

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