Empty,
know how long I was not feeling well?,
Since I look at the sun and told me that the night is perfect,
Since the wind brush against my skin,
and allowed me to fly
Empty,
Like when I hid from life,
In my fantasies,
Like when I did not think anyone in this life,
Not wanting to hide,
Not wanting to see me,
And without wanting to find me.
Dime:
to go when I find it?
to go if you're not here?
Where to go if not you? CH TMLXC
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