Why, if you painted butterflies and castles in the sky, with your claws still filled with by blood, did I relieve you again?
Why does my soul, even drowning in tears still doesnt accept that everything has change, that everything was fake and everything is gone?
Why does my soul doesnt understand each gesture, each word, how each minute that passed by, everything I believed in, fades away and I go back to be vulnerable, stocked in the middle of this deep loneliness?
Why did I believe in your words and affection? Why did I let the shell break down? Once again, I made the same mistake, and once again Ill have to learn the hard way, that love is not more that another fairytale.














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