My soul is black. It 's a fact. I live in extreme forms, emotions, thoughts incoherent, conflicting. My soul can not be white than black because it never was. Why white is pure, manages to illuminate the lives of people who love him. I, however, brings nothing but pain and suffering to those who are next. Drag me with a black halo of lucidity that scares me and makes me white, pure, true. I feel constantly torn between that convey a positive image and a dark reflection that does not allow me to love, love to the end ...
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