I am 24 years old in my RL, and I know recognize I am pretty younger to understand many things. But who never wake up in the morning feeling so old? Maybe is the news on the TV, showing our lives became more tragic and sad…maybe is the same routine everyday…maybe is the classroom that makes us follow some type of old shape that feets in the labor market….Our society is trains us to be another one….Kill our creativity….and cut the real important answer off….


Feet, don’t fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh, my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I’m hoping at the gates
They’ll tell me that you’re mine

Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home
If I tell you you’re mine?
It’s like I told you, honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough
And the road gets tough, I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die…

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Dress by VeroModero – Raissa

Feathers by Son!a – Reign /dress

Hair by PurpleMoon – Era

Makeup by Madrid Solo – Raven

Sandals by PurePoison – Silver Goddess


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