Etiqueta: poema
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Bittersweet

I knew what I have to do, but I simple can not do it. How someone gather the strength to broke their own heart? How could someone put that words in their mouth? How could someone put all the love besides because they knew that it’s nothing left? To broken hearts don’t make one complete
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Couch

I treated it like we treated other things, just hidden it under the couch, but at some point the couch was to tilded for us to sit.


