You said you would go to the end of the world for me, that you won't admit to lose me....and now you are letting me go, because what you felt I feel it now, and you has beging to prepare me to the end instead of make me forget it... And, if these are the last days, do not make them last, because my hapiness turns into sadness everytime I think... And slowly and hurtfully it kills me...
If you are going to kill me, make it fast, I can't handle this anylonger...I love you, but it seems not enought...
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