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Sep 2014
Let me ask
Your answer is meaningless
I will never have you.
Melancholy is my life,
Let me thank you in advance.
You've been missing in my heart,
For exactly seven years,
Why am I still counting?
Where is my gun?
I can't find my bullets
The one with your name on it,
Finally,
Something to fill your void.
Balaguer
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Balaguer
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