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Nov 2018
I can't take it anymore.
No, seriously. There's not a chance I will continue here.
Cause here's where all my dreams came to die.
Now's when all my emotions fell apart.
So why should I keep going on?
And then the answer echoes trough my mind,
an relentless thunder, breaking all my doubts:
Your name. Always your name, flooding my toughts.
And as You embrace me, and as I sense your sweet scent,
I know, deep in my weary heart,
that till the very end,
We shall be here, together.
Pedro Vialle
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Pedro Vialle  20/M/Brazil
(20/M/Brazil)   
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