-Haizea does not want to pay attention, know that behind her smile hides a thousand tears ... but not the mood to say, neither is necessary. Not by playing the victim, much less simply feel that if he opens his mouth to remove something inside, something bad is going to wake up. Strain, very overwhelmed, and a desire to run incredible. You could say it is reaching the limits of panic.
Want fly, no matter near or far. But he wants to fly. Fly to not live in this city that corners between four walls. Want to live in another city that will to live return, that returns the desire to feel the music and the skin bristle. Another city where they get their morning color than failure. Another city, another house, another bed, another window, other studies, other work ...
- How do you know so well what it feels Haizea?
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