Errr... no no, it is, not do with love all the time... In true, my son maybe was borning in March, but it waiting more six months... because the mother was sleeping or blinded, I don't know about.
The father? Uuuh... this son has more fathers, but any friends and unknown people helped me, with love, friendship or with hands. But the true father it's me... How? Lol, I go to the forest, I pay the things, and days and nights without sleeping about it. Finally I think that I learned the meaning of love.
Love is: fight. Ya, fight. Fight to do the things. Sacrifice. In name of sacrifice, the people do anything, incluse to hate any person. The hostility is a love sentiment, too. Why? A love for yourself. The sacrifice to yourself.
Now my son is borning... ya, but isn't easy to care... It's involved a new sacrifice, a new begin. New situations. Get into the game.
For my son, I commit many mistakes. No, my son isn't my fault, but my despair with a new kid that I don't know about to care. Thus, I'm ready to do that again, because I love this son that I present at soon. Because hurt is love too (be careful with me, tell the knife which cut the skin). I hurt many people who I liked and I don't know how the things will now. I don't feel sorry that, but I stumble.
The things was nothing that before. But I don't worry about that. A new day has comming for to do the things I need to do.
That´s it, good luck to me! I know: I'm excellent. Don't excellent than one or other, I'm me, with my life.
Kisses to all, my friends. =*
Tá em inglês pq eu quis xD








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