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Has estado como una moneda abandonada en la vía del tren... o siempre has sido así. Te he pensado siempre que te veo llegar justo en dirección contraria. Es cuando trato de ser un poco más rápido, un poco más listo y evadir a toda la gente, llegar tarde y verte ir.
No obstante, parece que la vida no es triste para alejarme del todo (o es lo suficientemente cruel para mantenerme ahi). Es entonces que te vas, te pierdes tanto que intentar acercarme me quitaría la vida. El mundo en ese momento es oscuro, sombrío y no sé más de ti que los reflejos de la luz, que ni siquiera es tuya. Entonces vuelves. Porque es parte de tu vida, porque ese es el sentido de las cosas y porque así tiene que ser.
No cambias nada pero apareces en una imagen totalmente distinta. No importa cuánto hayas tardado, sigo esperando. Es entonces que no hay más que quedarse con el lado opuesto, sopesar el cansancio y aceptar que las cosas siempre han sido así.

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