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May 2015
The day when you start to ask me "why",
is the day when I stop asking you "why".

The day when you start to question my love to you,
is the day when I stop questioning your love to me.

The day you when you start to looking for me everywhere,
is the day when I don't care wherever you are.

The day when you start to miss me,
is the day when I don't miss you no more.

The day when you start to realize that you need me,
is the day when I realize: "never I needed you."
Philia
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