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Burn it all

Then cover it with salt. Put all my feelings inside, fuel them with my soul. Burn every known memory, treat them with electric shocks. Cut every piece of my dreams, and later smash them all. Disappear all the ashes with an incredible blow.

Burn everything behind now because there's no way to go on. It's been enough of being better, enough of going stronger, it's enough for attempting one day more. 

The battle has been lost in one night, the position in the war has never been compromised before. But it was so simple to lose everything, and everything now is gone.

You just appeared again, in my dreams again, in my nights again, just in the same train waggon. Nothing special, just your face, just your eyes and your infinite charm covering all.

And I promise I tried, I really tried not to look at, not to feel that not to talk to you anymore. And I promised not to hold your hand, not to help with your luggage, not to hug you one time more.

And everything after that moment is entirely lost. You just kissed me, I just kissed you, I don't remember anymore. Though  I remembered the sensations, I remembered your smile and that fucking perfume now it's killing me all. What I felt after that should be totally burned. What I'm feeling on this morning it's a remembrance that you are not entirely gone.

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