And here I am again.
will have to see what the hell I have in mind to go through this twice.
But really, what else can I do? if all you learned to do is sleep on your side.
Now that you're not, honestly what else to do at night?
What do alone?
what to do without you?
And I do not know what to do with myself, I do not know if I just assume that I lie down and sleep, if you still have so many pillows on the bed, neither has your scent.
Neither has the shape of your body.
Neither has your smell.
"It seems that love does not understand irony"
And it's stupid I find this form of insurance, or when you think of me.
above is useless to shout your name if you're not willing to listen. Ephemeral
is my way of loving and añorarte, if you're not here.
And finally, this is where I wonder what the hell do loving you?
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