Gostava de conseguir abrir mão de ti...

O aperto que me consome...

A lágrima que teima em cair...

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I fill my days with memories of him.

I remember how he used to look at me- as if I was his most valuable treasure.

Has he found a new treasure?

I can’t help but wonder if we will find a way back to each other.

The road before us seems so very long and my head is clouded with such dark thoughts.

I feel our bond grows weaker by the day and I’m powerless to stop it.’

DC

Não à violência

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Nunca esqueci do que te lembraste...