And then you pulled the rug/ I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. Please note: it is real in every life. And a conversation can be a story of a lifetime. Incidents turned into memories. I remember already and it isn´t over. My hair in a mess though no regreats. I think it's due to the humidity because it can´t be the wind. Here there is no breeze and the sea retreats. Then we see all the other things. Even the future, light blue, in front of me.
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