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Nosotros dos tenemos mucho tiempo sin hablar, y creo que nuestros últimos encuentros o interacciones no han sido las mejores, verla me hizo recordar muchas cosas bonitas como cosas malas, me hizo extrañarla y sentirme mal por mucho, tuve un viaje de recuerdos y emociones demasiado fuerte en solo ese camino al supermercado.
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Cuando llegué a mi casa lo primero que se me ocurrió fue escribir una “canción” sobre los sentimientos encontrados que tuve después de ese tipo de encuentro, y así mismo hice akjhdjsak aunque no siento que sea totalmente una canción, si no fragmentos de los cuales si le pongo algunos arreglos funcionen juntos, pero por ahora no está del todo terminada, sin embargo quería desahogarme plasmando lo que siento aún si no tiene orden, ya la estética vendrá después jsjsjs.
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The two of us have a long time without talking, and I think our last meetings or interactions have not been the best, seeing her made me remember so many nice things as bad things, it made me miss her and feel bad for a lot, I had a trip of memories and emotions too strong in just that one way to the supermarket.
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When I got home the first thing that came to my mind was to write a kind of "song" about the mixed feelings I had after that meeting, and so I did asjdasjdaksld although I don't feel that it is completely a song, it's more like fragments of which if I put some arrangements would work together, but for now it is not quite finished, however I wanted to vent what I feel even if it has no order, the aesthetics will come later jsjsjs.
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You were next to me, on the bus stop just where we liked to be.
I remember those old times, feeling the breeze, watching the sun going down.
Coming back to home alone felt so different the day I knew it wouldn’t happen again.
I was supposed to bring you the moon but I failed and instead I turned off your shine.
What if I told you I saw you walking the other day?
If I bring you all the lost pieces, I won’t be the villain anymore?
There’s no need to apologizes but could you hear my answer?
I don’t need to overthink about what happened but will I get your answer?
‘Cause let’s be honest, nothing will change.
The scars will remain.
And the pain is still the same.
Remember the words of your grandma every morning before we get together
Going up, going down, we were in the mouth of everyone, nobody cares
Now that we fall apart, I just want to know
The ashes we left behind will disappear one day?
Rest in peace, the time to heal has arrived and this is mine.
You’re in my heart also in my brain, all the moments we were fine.
I won’t look back, but sometimes the reminder come back to my head and then I ask to myself.
What if I told you I saw you walking the other day?
If I bring you all the lost pieces, I won’t be the villain anymore?
There’s no need to apologizes but could you hear my answer?
I don’t need to overthink about what happened but do I need an answer?
Do I really need your answer?
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Una última cosa, Greta, perdón.
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One last thing, Greta, i'm sorry.