One day you will wake up and will feel
Incomplete..
You will get up, and you will feel that you are
alone..
You will dress and will smell of that
perfume..
Then you will feel abandoned, needy, an
idiot..
You will cry tears of blood, with no one to clean
them.
You will travel halfway around the world
looking for something to complete
you,
or to make you not feel
alone.
You will understand what is
happening..
You will run, leave everything
behind and beat on my
door..
And I will have the pleasure to remind
you,
you leave me and that would not need me to
survive,
and would forget me, but I remember that one
day you voltararia and I beg to come back to
you,
and I say: Admit it, now I am your oxygen,
you will never be able to live without me.
More excuse me, I do
not remember you
anymore..!
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