it was you who left me like this: uncertain, insecure and confused. Maybe if I had lost my soul, something was different than today live. perhaps would not be old, this rocking chair with my house in the mountains, where only the memories of a past illusion make me company
might be you who would change my story! and what did you do??
I simply turned and left.
What I call selfishness, you call to move on.
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