I've been inevitably forgettable (ironic). I've lived with fear. Fear of walking, talking, thinking, living. Fear of having and losing. Or never having. Or never losing. Waiting. Not long enough. Never long enough. I thought of those days to come and feared the truth. Feared the sweet empty house. And then, I realized I haven't given up. Don't want to grow old to have a silent breakfast. I'll keep the promise I made to myself. And I'll break the promise I made to myself.
So now, it's time to let go. Stop breaking. Let go. Stop breaking my own heart. Oblivion shall own me. I shall forget myself.
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Please, remember me, mistakenly.
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Habremos de olvidarnos. Who will I be, if I no longer am? Recuerda quien fui en una tarde de lluvia, ajena al mundo, ajena a mí. Brutalment honesta. Inocente e ingenua. Como un sol de primavera. Recuerda quien fui el instante en que me amaste.
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Please, remember me, fondly
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We shall forget each other.... because, I might have just been a frightened trapeze swinger.
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pero por que la preocupación en ser un recuerdo? no sé.. yo creo q cada quien es responsable de si recuerda o no y cómo lo hace
claro q es lindo pensar q alguien te recuerda de un modo pero.. bah.. we all know that's not the way it works
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