And sometimes I ask myself what does it mean
Every shot of reality, every time I realized my condition
I have to deal with the fact that I don't even know what I am waiting anymore.
Honestly picking up the pieces around everywhere
Not much sure if it makes any sense
Every time I bow to get a new one, many others slip through my fingers,
falling again and again.
I don't love you.
But I also don't forget you.
I keep hoping that you can be who I thought you were.
It has been more than an year now.
About five months since the day I decided to erase you from my life.
What the heck, then, that I still check you in my mind.
Everyone else that I meet,
makes just more clear the things I loved about you.
All the disconnections around me,
all the half emptiness, half interest.
And I don't even know who you are.
Not anymore. Not after all this time.
How can I be sure.
Of anything.
It's just tiring. And frustrating.
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