Time ... Have I said all you mean to me?
every minute you let blood, to cry, I desvanesca ... suffering ...
although I'm fragile to what you do, you damage me internally ... you fill me with nostalgia ...
that is your greatest weapon against me.
You make everything loved to let me me away ... I felt just as warm as
never understand you doing that makes extra effort to stay away from me,
proque in solitude that bring you ... and you caught me ...
ever make me feel pretty bad ...
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