I was drowning, so sightless and out of wisdom, lately all I can say is that no one else will ever reach the meanings of my hidden grief, even if my words try to articulate: it is a short but hard part of a set.
I don't think I will soon be able to resurrect this thoughtless heart of mine to trade again, and must I say business 'cause I felt like I was just a portion of lips and arms, and voice, and songs...But this will be surpassed.
I had all the signs, I misunderstood them all, I loved like a fool, now I regret not having the words in the right time, not having the bitter animus to be not in distressed thought or shadowed sight of myself, maybe when I let this childhood of emotion I will be able to say what have I done wrong.
I am lost within, I hope I get over this soon, for I am bruised, my heart is bruised, what I meant for that I do not know, what I now mean is for me a mystery as well, maybe I will ever be able to know, maybe I am not ready to know it. Therefore I cannot keep on holding my suffering, I'll let it out and befuddled will I still be.
We were in no way meant to be, but I did not lose anything, I head sometime that you cant lose what I've ever had, currently I see that I have ever had those thoughts or those feelings, maybe I did have, but now it mean nothing to any person being in the world, walking on the same ground.

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