My parents fucked on May 27, nine months and a day later I was born on Feburary 28. I could call my home country Colombia, but by now I’ve spent more time in exile than at home. I’ve suffered over things, some that should have caused pain, others that I should have shruged off. I was told to do this, I’ve thought of doing this, I have to do this.
I cannot live the rest of my life like this. You don’t have to stay along for the ride. All you have to do is simply wave me good bye and forget I was ever here.
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