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texto 13: -hole.

It's like a big hole had been punched in my chest; big and empty. i can't feel with him open up on my chest, increasing night after night.Consuming every thing that is inside me- all my love.
I can't control it. i can't take it anymore.
Every day the sun disapears on the horizon, taking me away from him. And without the sun moving in my sky is something that i can't stand. And without the heat of the sun to warm me i am cold.

No matter how much i love him. It's time to go.




m. franco-

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