Diseases Soul C8

I will not to tell you a secret, because it would be a confession, I prefer to be silent and not tell you about an insolent fire, a pressing problem that does not let me live. I don't want to, I will not say what makes me live without living; is like taking the venom of a snake. Because at times, everything forms and adorns in the wrong way, as a knife with no edge stabbing the heart; my soul becomes a wild animal, roaring and capable of destroying. I don't want to see its strength and potency; is like a storm, a rough sea. This feeling, always is and is not. I don't want to see it, but inevitably will have to. And you have a lot to do with this, but don't worry, I will keep it under seven keys, seven locks and I will throw them to the ocean, to prevent that I might lose control, or that it shuts me in its power. I don't know what to do, I don't want to say what you make me feel ? Jealousy.

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