is more than just a whim, rather than simply remember is that my heart is mad because he does not know where to find that very special glow of your eyes. I guess it's just a feeling inside me, something I'm not able to understand, is that a small distance, the feeling we missed, if only for a few days ago that loneliness lurks as when the most horrible depression haunted me.
I feel that I can not say goodbye, I have fear that there always have you stop in front of me, make me forget. An irrational fear, an old trauma that I can not erase, is that I miss when the passage of time is the tightrope that I walk.
And I only think that you've never failed me, you do not have to do it now. I keep thinking that nothing more than a few days, I'll have to endure months, as he did once, and then yes I can not feel anything more than the fear of losing, again, more important than ever I've had. No, not this time, please. Tell me I will fight together, that I have you here, you will not make me feel that this distance is not just physical, it is also sentimental.
paranoid, I guess I'm more than that. I think that, because once the miles I have played a trick, they will increasingly have to bear the slightest "Goodbye." And I look with despair, and try not to read your words with pessimism every time I sound a bit cooler than usual.
No, I think nobody can understand when I say I want, I do not mean to say. If I say I'm really in love, do not say because I want to pretend that I live on a novel by princesses. Nobody, absolutely nobody understands why I feel so little, so helpless, and why, what kills me the most inside, is thinking even I have to get away from someone, even for a few weeks. I never play with these feelings, and do not exaggerate if I miss a tear at the thought that someday, I will to face a final goodbye.
And these are not just words, they are going to fart, like all other thoughts that are around now, one night, while I hear a voice singing November Rain torn like months ago, when she cried uncontrollably knowing that nothing lasts forever, that hearts can change, and it is extremely difficult to keep a candle burning under the rain odious "November."
Everybody Needs Somebody, Everybody Needs Someone
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