Oh baby, i care a FLOWER what you think of me. I used to, but then i realized how much worth i am, i don´t need your opinion to built my own. I can have so many more defects than you in some ways, but the truth is that at least i have somewhere to go. SOLID. You my love, even dough i love you as hell. Are chasing the wind, let me tell you i`m ok with it. Stuborness is one of your quality`s. Wherever you want to lead your life, believing so much of you... Well GOOD LUCK.
Not sayin im perfect, or do everything right. Because i don´t, but i cherrish the moment when you become something that i would be proud to see.
I hope someday you do. I`ll always love you. ALWAYS has, always will.
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