Does she think of me from time to time like I think of her?
Does she still love me?
(It hurts to write this questions down "on paper",because part of me already knows the answers to all the questions my restless brain asks.
"at the verge of being broken into a million pieces "
Dedicated to:
Kauanny Viana
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