up in the morning and know, without further analysis, que no voy a saber de vos. Un día más que me entierra, mucho más profundo, el puñal en la herida de muerte. Me baño, me peino, me visto, trabajo, salgo todas las noches, hablo, me río y estoy con gente. Me pregunto si nadie, en todos esos espacios, se da cuenta que cada minuto que pasa me muero un poco más. Cómo me duele tener la razón. No ser la mujer/el amor de tu vida es la peor verdad que me escupe el mundo todos los lunesmartesmiercolesjuevesviernessabadosdomingos que no llamás, que no escribís para decirme quiero que estemos juntos. Me dicen que eso debería consolarme, saber que no volvés es saber que no me querías lo suficiente, es cierto, pero no me consuela, me entristece, me rompe half. The hours are crowded in front of the future, I thought we had together, and I can not see anything.
wanted to make you happy, take care always. I wanted to believe in the story to the twins, meals and nights. I wanted to believe in everything you said. Here I am. Nothing happens.
you doing your life, I wanted to know, I asked for God does not hear, I did not know anything about Darwin or you with anyone other than me. For some reason I think I did know, to get away (me) more.
My neighbor vocalizes with the piano and I'm speechless for ten days. Ten days that I get the voice and think of the poetic and psychological fact. I think I choked fifteen days, the urge to say "better stay with me and give me what I can," but I finish writing and I know not.
How I think we'll be together, embracing all night even if it hurts your arms and give us heat.
And the hardest part Was letting go
Not Taking part
You really broke my heart
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