the truth is that I just cry while I compose here.
the truth, I confess I do not why I cry.
because I am crying because of you.
still.
person not because of you as.
as such you are repugnant to me.
I cry because of the feeling that you could give me.
the truth is that the time does not heal the wounds.
only human.
only human.
the truth is that the wound you left have on some days is still a gaping hole in the fall I still occasionally.
the truth is that you'd be the last person that could give me this feeling even though it was you who ripped me.
the truth is that all new grade you fall in love included.
the world turns further.
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