sem título, escrito em 2009

I hadn't seen it for a long time
I thought I was free,
But it's inside of me forever.

The sad songs are not enough
They seem to be happy
Even my eyes are closed.

My bitter memories make me wish the past to come back
I guess the butterflies inside my belly feel better than me
They're sleeping like deads now.

My bitter memories burn my eyes
And make me know that love life doesn't exist worth.

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