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try to write, I try to feel
,
But it escapes,
inside me.

Hours pass,
And my mind is empty,
searching among memories,
That you do not say anything. Opening

wounds
I've tried to forget
But one way or another,
I do not want to leave.

Memories and feelings,
That no order,
And leave me without words,
And with many emotions,
Wandering inside myself.