29 junho, 2009

I couldn't stand to see the thirst of your body drinking water in another body that isn't mine. Why do you make me run, if that flower can't survive more than a few minutes without its root? Why do you make me walk away, if there's no reason for our destiny? Why do you make me walk if the world stops and everything loses its happiness when I see you leaving me alone?

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