You know what's wrong? Not the world, not you, not the things that you did, because you've never done anything wrong. You know what's wrong? Me. I that continue to be here, to enjoy your presence, even from so far away. Because a mistake cannot come close to Perfection or it may spoil her.
So I stay here, glad to see you smile if you're happy, so I am happy too. No, it is not true. It's a lie, but I will try to be, after all I am a mistake, too far from Perfection.
STAI LEGGENDO
A ( very ) short story: my Life
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