In my room, overlooking the ashen-hued city
The noise of silence remains
With nobody around...
The phone has forgotten how to ring
The pain of having obtained freedom
Those summer days...
I loved watching you play like a child
Such distant memories
The contrast between us as we walked side-by-side
We went on as if we'd melt together -Won't try to find you-
A sense of fear has crept into my impassioned living
Because I can't love myself as I am now
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