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And now are nothing more than memory.

Yet another day that passes, always the same.
And I'm not able to do without you.
Laugh if you like, making fun of me.
From your position look at me and laugh.
I can not fill the emptiness of these hours
I can not even out of my head
recorded the response of the answering machine.

I read some conversations of the past,
some messages, some letters, I saw how
was nice to be loved by you every day.
And now are nothing more than memory.
's all over, you know, but I can not do with
a reason. And I continue to struggle in vain.
Wasting my strength to no avail.

And I do it for love and for suffering.
But nothing changes. He stood there, alone.
Or maybe not, I can not know more.

I would eat those words
bites and throw up everything and then pull the
flush and wipe out everything.
no longer anything to you ... Almost
barely existed just because they are
that I like a ghost, I still follow you.
God. ... That pain of my life

Where Is Kmbd Bus Station

box.

"what are you doing?"
"I'm looking for."
"how are you looking for?"
"yes.'m Looking for"
"ok... e che cosa stai cercando?"
"te. sto cercando te che mi stringevi,
te che mi volevi sempre vicina,
te che mi facevi le sorprese,
che avevi occhi solo per me,
te che mi tenevi per mano,
sto cercando te che mi amavi..."
"..."
"ti ho trovato dentro di me, ma
non riesco a toccarti, né a stringerti:
lo vedi questo petto? prevents me from
to get where you are ... I know you're in
me forever, but out of me,
where are you? "