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The question of living with me is complementary, and the answer is delayed My life is like a circle and I walk around myself I looked in my mirror and found it black and dark Psychological well-being tired Destroyed, I put my head in my pillow and told my girlfriend about what is inside me, I, I, I, Sheel for a long time, I, I, I, in my heart a thousand questions A lot of questions and conscience eats and comes in, like a donkey that keeps the road while I'm blind I fell into a well and my voice echoed over me, a voice says forbidden White or black, the story of my life and all my stories, although I normally live in the gray half ,White or black, the story of my life and all my stories, although I normally live in the gray half...The heart died with the silence, my scream is the silence, the pain surrounds me from all sides My heart is in a race between two, between a girl who makes me the happiest in the world, and between people who make me want to commit suicide Between a girl who loves me, the love of children, a love that is all magic and beauty, and between people who want me to despair and become the worst. White or black, the story of my life and all my stories, although I normally live in the gray half White or black, the story of my life and all my stories, although I normally live in the gray half