I drop in my room, dejected in my thoughts. Background voices are heard and stand up to close the door, who is now my enemy. I lean on it and turning the handlebars. Closes slowly and put the hands up in despair, seeking solace. I turn, I look up and slowly let them get me to the ground. My tears fall as they do the drops in the glass and I know that for many tears to drop, as much as you wait for sighs that try to avoid, the feeling of going crazy ... the only truth is that you'll never be mine.
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