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I destroyed a lot of me (I think you must have destroyed it too), not being exactly who I'm supposed to be simulating strength and walking barefoot over coals for so long. Guess the stores never sold what i really needed. I keep thinking about these confusing years and when I touched the essence of truth, pretending so, that you were exactly what I expected, or saying without conviction that no, do not worry, I'm fine, but inside committing crimes against you, to calm the nausea that the words brought. We always end up taking one more sip, exceeding unsafe speeds. what did we mean when we crossed the city streets because of sad phone calls, trying to save the world with convenience store chocolates? I think there were moments where not even the dogs looked at us with dignity. There was so much peace and balance to spare to mix in the mortar of that world that was formed. But the chances were fading like a mistake of nature, something that forced the most beautiful birds in the universe to migrate disappointed and the landscape became this ugly plain, the pieces of days scattered across the floor, torn papers, hiccups, old people coughing in corners, muttering something about the past, muttering something about life, about Us.
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