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"Vivemos como sonhamos: sozinhos." - Joseph Conrad

09/05/09

43. long trips always end at the same point

My obsessive lungs wanna stop breathing
You don't know how it's like to lose control in front of those you hate and love.
You're so out of mind, out of touch
If I could reach and never let go
I would kill all the time we spent apart
And if you want me and you would never look back,
Maybe I'd open my chest and give you my heart.
You can blame me for everything I feel,
You can blame it on the weather,
Just know I'll always love you
For as long as we're together.
Rúben

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