Yes,
sometimes things
are like it,
maybe be simple for
others but they are to
stay and to tell us what
we can not see with our naked
eyes, that's happening and I am sad, more
weak and the only hope is to be with
you,then try to steal joys from you or shall
it be different if you want it, let's us
make peace, there's still unspeaking words between us,
I am enough of those beatiful lies
of my fairy dreams to always
knock with my weakness again,
there it is through
the future coming,
accepting my
fallings.

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