I could say I still love you, but .. what difference would it make to you is not it? I could say I still think about you, but what difference would. You could say that still dream of you, I want you, I want again all those times, but what difference would it make. The hardest part is accepting that everything went, the harder it is to accept that nothing will come back (...)
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Se for falar mal de mim me chame,
sei coisas terríveis a meu respeito.