When someone leaves your hand you're up to fail, do not understand why you can not touch him, hug him, feel Live ..... then move to fantasize, is no longer, but I will signals to tell me that is fine, can not finish it all here, then you pick up the phone waiting for reply on the other side, this is where the pain turns into frustration, ask yourself what part do not understand that it is not? you'll never hear him sing, the story of a girl who was afraid to go to the source, do not tell the story of the cancaramusa, their waffles hidden for you, just left the boat, nobody will open it in secret, to eat one, will enjoy no more of that sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you, or smile, when you were a grace, you'll never smell the scent of a child in a man's body and then you cry, until you feel the soul crunching and refuse to lose everything, your voice will not forget .... close your eyes and sleep and recover what is there where you thought you lost, still here, he did not always lived inside me. Now when I sleep I know he will come, I sing, while sharing one of these wafers in secret, did you tell them what will my children and that glint in his eyes while smiling at me, now I'm not sad, I learned that people only die when they are forgotten and will live forever in my heart, I love abu .... .
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