Why not?
You got someone,
I don't .?
I'm not waiting you,
Go in your way!
Don't come back,
Gray is my life.
I won't smell your heart
But you must promise that...
It may be the end of me.
In many ways of time.
Let me the way i am
Nothing more you can do!
Break me into pieces,
Like the way you were.
- A. A. Popovici,
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