poem
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So Much
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1 min de lectura
I’m missing the airAnd that flower I threw into the mud to close,I have many days left that I spend so alone.I’m missing the mornings and your kisses today,I have more than enough reasons to stay. Every night not enjoyed,Every night I feel the lonely coldKnowing that you don’t believe in loveAnd refuse to heal…
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Forbidden love
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1 min de lectura
You said you would return my hope,But I seem to have counted thirteen days.I’m behind, behind the door,I see the same pictures, the same chairs,Remembering all that I’ve cried. I look forward to this broken time here.It’s cruel, this life is too hardAnd there are only ghosts.No, I really don’t know,Don’t know what you’re doing…