They will never be able to understand my path.
They don't talk my language;
I'm so tired to be alone in my own place.
So,
I need him.
I need his image on my backyard,
I need his poems and his lips.
Trust me as I trust in everything that still rests to me,
as I believe in every second of my time,
in every beat of my heart
of my fragile heart.
Oh... it's okay, girl! it happens with everyone that thinks more than normal... believe that it will be good for u and your family as the years passed.. luv ya, miss u... u make me feel so proud of your personality, never forget it! your unlimited friend, July
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