i don't even know anymore.
i don't know what is real or what is not.
i don't know what the truth is or what is not.
i don't even know what i am going to believe.
these thoughts keeps me up at night
with a heavy heart
i keep on asking myself why you couldn't ever prove a thing.
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The one
PoesíaOnce upon a time, I have always promised, not to fall in love with someone ever again. But then, the unexpected occurrences corrupted the power of our fate. And everything I ought to know cease to exist. The phrase, "the one" is not the actual de...
